to be continued when its over.
++++++++++++++++++++++++
to be
continued
when its
over..
when death
comes like an
angry morning
to reclaim the
darkened sky,
and sparrows
hide
their faces in
a
burlap sack of
tears.
(because they
forgot the way
it feels to fly.)
+
ill miss you in
the Morning but
the night is ours;
ours to dream
ourselves awake.
(ours to curse
at
Lying Stars.)
+
but
when the whole
world's
a tragedy my sweet,
what else
can we hope to be?
i shall meet you in
those
places where the
dead
like to Meet.
(and
we can start a club
for
Comedy.)
+
to be continuted
when
it's over.
when all things
cease
to be the Things
They
Are..
and I
(in ill-humor
hoping)
Scream a Lovers
Last
Complaint!!!
(directed
at
The Stars.)
- j.s.h.
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