Friday, April 17, 2009

You Who Stole Innocense

Faceless creep
who footed
up in darkness,
to one who slept
like a lamb to reeming.

Ghostlike playmates
with ring around the rosy.

A stolen chance to
make amends
in shining chevy
and doo-wop blaring.

A kidnapping by day,
as ghosts return
to soothe.

There was no reason
to reason... til now
in clutching sobs

Sleep tight
you monster.
Karma holds
a dear toll
of it's own.


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