Thursday, March 29, 2012

DARK HUMOR

You have a gait that sways you from
Side to side
You lean
A lumbering walk
A face frozen in one expression
Of eternal amusement
Happiness plays with your lips
As if pain is always funny


But flies follow you
And crawling creatures
That scuttle quick
Up walls

And those flies follow you
As if they sense the turning
The blackening of your insides

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