Thursday, November 7, 2013

Poem: friend



You will lose

freezing

the money you breezily

spend

lose

on the jailer the ship of many sails

you will lose

freezing

all your money


and have to leave

with the one who slunk away

unCorybantic

to whatever fine prison

Crito


your money will

freezing

my death not so inconsolable


take us

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