Queen n Ivy

July 1, 2011, 2:40 am
Filed under: Poetry

This ones short, but there’s something that grabs me ..


I have come to a conclusion.

There is no substitution

For a possessive man to overcome the pollution

of his individuality.  The woman gazes cautiously

at this man.

A man she has watched for years, and yet no change.

The real man does not count the years but the minutes;

Replenish the pollution or die with no solution.

Choose cautiously.




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