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Twentieth Century Spiders

May 28, 2013

Come see black heart cages, wrought iron soul.
Dreams dealt in low light, outside they fall.
The last welcome refuge for the lost.

Shadow soaked corners, vodka sipped neat
Back combed for hours, eyes circled jet
A weekend home for the meek.

Here come the dancers, freed up from thought.
Smiles on set faces, bad bringers of light.
A baggy invasion begins.

Shrinking to margins, lost to middle age.
Foot soldiers falling, tending the graves.
A defeated generation retreats.

From → Poems

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