ben allan wrote me this poem long ago and i cannot seem to find him perhaps he will feel this attempt where all social networking and ither means failed You do remind me of whats behind me. The words, the music and the melody unbind me. Self centered egotist. Ruled over by a fist. To dream is a sin. Each wish creates a debt. My bed wet With blood Goodnight. Moonlight. Moonshine mine. I should have said: midnight moonshine mine. Then another line. My poetry never as fine As The grain of wooden pain. Petrified in a suicide. ben allan, (C) 2012
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 04:14:57 +0000
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