his name in sulphurous skies

by salparadise

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-03-29 12:51:00

the door closed & you were gone
no words no note no phone call
no fuck you, no nothing just burning silence
it was the night before christmas
& your presents lay undisturbed
as the snow fell & the lake froze
& the sparrows picked bread crumbs
from the sidewalk by the house
you left yer clothes & you left yer id
you left yer leather jacket & tampons
but you stole my hunter thompson book
my yellow legal pads & 13 bic pens
& I hope wherever you are
yer poems slash & razor burn
across the scalding twilight
his name in sulphurous skies
a language too venomous to read.


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