All Your Pains of Phrases



All your pains of phrases
notwithstanding;
All your Mariah turns
to the north and south;
All your "Sister Golden Hairs"
will turn to mush
in your loss.

The relentless dross
of depression
Cleaves like sweat,
Smells and is
an unremitting senseless
Beat of thickening blood:
Not given in useful cause,
or responsive to your loss--




© Barbara Bales1987-2007 all rights reserved


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