The Big Party
this pen is
niceee
tip so bold,
like a warm slap to
face
blow
leaf blow,
drifting to
your road.
leave your tree,
the root so
cold
feel my skin
and
feel.
~~
The big party,
I dread to go
I choke at
the door
face to ground,
door opens
to catch a mouth pouring
blood.
the corpse lays,
pavement red.
the party
is still
big
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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