Sunday, July 19, 2009

an approximation of roses

an approximation of roses
fifty cent plastic bubble ring
the repetition of love affairs
beginning and ending
because the conclusions always had to be drastic

a blessing by a bum
has become a quest for a home
but no roads lead off this rock
and tomorrow is a long time away

guilt is an undertakers sigh
right and wrong are words with small letters
and have no place in a love that has
no regrets, no apologies

another summer moves through
my hat is hung on the day after tomorrow
and what's behind a locked gate that has no key

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