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
Copyright © Chicano Eddie | Year Posted 2019
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