May 25, 2010

Angsty High School Poetry - Part II

I read this one, and I rather liked it.

The church rings,
A clattering stone.
A drunk pair of lovers,
see themselves as lovers,
streaked across the inky sky.
Yet the approaching officer,
sees only but two drunkards,
strewn across the filthy street.

A rousal, they wake.
No longer does their classical life exist.
Cats and dogs holler
like the belching of an uncle
the cries of a woman
fighting over a fish head
pierce the soft underbelly
of the morning calm.

The lovers sit,
covered in filth.
Wondering, whether or not,
if when they drank,
truly were they with the gods.

November 26th, 2006

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