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Let's meet in the hall together


Submitted:Mar 25, 2012    Reads: 10    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The Banquet

Everyone is in love with their morsel

Clinging onto the dorsal, the big red

Sails of life flapping and beating against

The breath of this big, bad world.

My morsel is purple- it's shiny with a shine

Way brighter than Cullen's- not sullen

But pulsing with the harp twang of heart

Strings pulled to their utmost taught.

You taught me a lesson you tenant of my

Rib cage- waged a time war with bagpipes

Blaring loud in what was left of the left side of me

I'll slide over the walls of my morsel and yes,

I'll dress your set but you'd better bet that

I'll never forget….your silence.

My morsel is scrumptious, and my

Voluptuousness is reflected in its tiny body

Everyone is in love with their crumb

Sometimes smaller than my thumb, a

Speckle, a freckle, a lovely tick that is yours

Like your shadow is yours, like inconvenience

Is Gore's. And I know Ben Nye gore tastes

Like peppermint and here's a hint:

That splinter in your atrium? It's

Nothing more than a hollow- carpe diem

Must follow and just like I need to swallow

My love for him and cherish my speck.

So do I.

So all.





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