The Path
...to my heart is lined with pipe bombs and rusty shrapnel.
I don’t buy into Hallmark lamentations, don’t bring them here.
You won’t have time to swoon
when you’re dodging the punji sticks that illuminate the way
And like sea turtles attracted by light, you’ll get trampled by a streetcar
only named desire.
KC
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you're pretty hot
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ReplyDeleteI second ooisj's thoughtful review of your work. "trampled by a streetcar only *named* desire" is a great line.
ReplyDeleteOh, Lex! You're such a sweetie! :)I'm no Stephen Crane, but thank you. ;-) <3
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