JackA Poem by John D PhillipsThe most obvious riddle-poem evar.For two weeks you have rested there, round and deaf and lurking, outside my door in hollow sleep, slouching, losing your sheen.
You almost made me regret the killing, the way you clung to the knife in strands, the terrible rending sound, before you swallowed light,
but your demented grin each day is sure revenge, your doomed and crooked eyes so brightly carved in my arrival home. © 2009 John D Phillips |
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2 Reviews Added on April 30, 2009 AuthorJohn D PhillipsColumbus, GAAboutMusician, writer, magician, lollygagger, sayer of Words That Are Fun To Say, espouser of subjective truth, organizer of hootenannies, foe of ignorance, producer of random loud noises, and silent co-co.. more..Writing
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