Tuesday, January 3, 2012

What does one do with profane memories??
Make love to it and breed more blurred incestuous ones?
or weave a song out of it
and wear it as a green glass necklace around your neck
or toss it into the overflowing red bucket
where you threw your two day old black petticoat
with shame smelling all over it

6 comments:

  1. LOL !!! Cute Poetry !! Though must say aparn , read your other works & loved it !! Keep Writing & Keep smilin' !Waiting for ur magnum Opus .. Cheers Lt.NW

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  2. dear anonymous, I was having a terrible day until now, thanks for the cheer.

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  3. Hmmm...you look like an angel...pure and calm...but there's beast inside u....

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  4. :D if i don't deny the angel,
    why will i deny the beasts??

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  5. hahaha...u are a master of words..i can't compete with u here...
    but i prefer seeing u as an angel...don't want to mess with the beast part...:-)

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