Monday Night Poetry #7

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If you read this we are both losers

I cheat, and for some reason

I never learn

burn me a CD of burning passion

and I’ll act irrational

Romance is a dance danced by man entranced

flaccid

My wardrobe is not filled with animals

or dark secrets anymore

just holes I fill up,

Destroyed

by an annoyance of knowing

better, and yet

I remember

clouded memories

fervent childhood

mistakes made

by faking it

until it was as real

as night and day

-B.B

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