September 6, 2010
CharlaXObit
To make her happy again
CharlaX sit in solitude and sit
Let the people roar in glee
Poetry has died the final death for me
eye reached the impasse looked around for me
she wants to stand and survey the headstone
she wants to stand and spit on the grass thats covering my final resting place
she lets her slip down and slips her dress up and lets go of all her hate and lets it fall upon my lawn
its how a Lady fawns
Its how she gets even with my love
its what she does.
Posted by charles robert hice. Posted In : poetry