Suicidal Escapade

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Suicidal Escapade

Suicidal Escapade”

 

Journey into the fire,

mouthful of ashes;

You were there,

blood splatter stained walls.

Rushing thunder,

swimming and soaking-

in your mausoleum.

Ephitats of the past-

scatter across your face,

Took your own;

pale moonlight embraced.

Found the holy garden-

you were looking for:

Amongst

          the

              ruins

                     of

                      your

                           heart.

Such a silent show;

 a suicidal escapade…                                    

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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