LARRY BIERMAN – One Poem

Posted: July 10, 2013 in Fiction, Poetry
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Futile Lord

 

We had so few words,

but what could be said?

 

Margin to margin we stood

in lines, hands wanting.

 

Rain wet hair we walked

shaggy dogs in a city night.

 

Save yourself, you said,

I am already lost beyond…

 

Could neon puddle the

street like foreign letters?

 

Read my footseps, my

spiraling fingerprints.

 

I bought a blank book,

a bottle of amber wine.

 

Look, the pages sting

with stain and old tears.

 

After the last sun, what

else could go wrong?

 

I want you heart and soul.

You give an empty body,

The relief at your grave.

 

 

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