The Curse
I cursed Ezra
and now he is
following
me
everywhere
I
go
Pound by Pound
He is stalking my movements
classics are not always good
We set those upon pedestals
Idols to false gods
Cantos Cautiously Casting Coveting
Shadows, cancers in nature
upon me
Every shelf filled with him
the cursed have seen better days
He was bought and now he is returned
to the bins and shelves of the used
the forgotten
Masters to some,
stale browned confusion to others...
Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009
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