Chicano Eddie Poet Free verse

Strange Grief

"STRANGE GRIEF."


the cigarettes 
are gone, 
the meats are 
rotting 
in the icebox, 
the city lights 
hear me 
but know this 
isn't 
asking 
for 
anything.

you're more 
than what 
you've been 
forced to 
believe:
I'm just the 
man in 
between. 
I'm just the 
knowledge 
you'll soon use 
for 
your 
purple 
devils.

the death of 
love isn't 
its death but 
it's 
dissipation 
while 
eyes look for 
love
in
others.


by: Chicano Eddie
7.11.19

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