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Bow and Shoot

November 9, 2011

wrapped up and bound
tangled, in defiance
bent out of shape and out of breath
slumped against the meshed
contempt of your will
there is nothing here but crumbles
you say
that’s ok because it’s already broken
I say
we nod in silence
mutual appreciation
of a moment held
and cradled
as our tongues slurp whiskey
through tears of wrath
a familiar story
they say
certainly ordinary
we sway
the drinks are gone
all is done
with the stool spinning
another fills the void
remnant still with
(they laugh)
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