Spurned
Flopped like a wilting weed
Wedged in an arid crack,
Gobbled up the spurt of seed
And floundered on the back,
Spurned and cast away,
Swallowing with glee,
Begone, I tell myself,
As quick as you can be.
Flopped like a dying bloom
Dumped on a garbage heap,
Gobbled up in ashen flesh
And compost ridden sleep,
Spurned and then forgot,
A courtesan of lies,
Depart, I pray of her,
Depart and damn your eyes.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006
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