Thursday, December 16, 2010

 

the unadulterated yet inebriated truth

Better than the sainted audience
Better than the noble roadies
Better than my brother
In his rum-fueled haze
He simply
Makes me whole
Not a lover
Not a sister
Not a thing
Society can name
We are a road show
And I am nothing
Nothing
Without him
There is no word
To contain
What he is
What he will be
Save maybe
The deceptively
Common name
Blanche.

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