it closes faces up
that's what it does
where once there
was laughter
& the windows
of the soul shined
that's what love
does
closes faces up
like a ghost town
it's sad you see
b/c once the faces
opened up
wide as a new city
love does this first
all laughter & shining
but the same force
closes them up
it's sad i tell you
what else needs
to be said
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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