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Russian Roulette (Free verse) by <~>

Twenty years later, the first thing I notice Are your laughing eyes, laughing after everything Crazy, maybe... but surely kind (I didn't know about the accident) When you crack a smile, the cracks bleed true Leaking out the light behind colored blue blue blue let the sorrow through Everything will be True Your tears would have drowned his ghost had he ever appeared; instead they Dry in the wind as you ride home helmetless, alone He left you undone, still Laughing until that shot stopped everything; in the kitchen, ruined by that hole he blew and you never heard the crack but The recoil sent you sprawling He didn't leave a note or clean up his mess He left you with a toddler and a ring--between you Just all that blood The one you loved was gone before he left He took the bet Six chances to prove something Five held nothing for him One cashed in and Found what he was looking for

<~> 9-Sep-02/11:39 PM
you always repell me p&k, but isn't that your self-proclaimed M.O.? 'just the blood' is the dual thing again, (the mess, the familial ties), and also because, dammit, it need the word 'just' to justify the structure--1st and last lines ea stanza are their own entities as well, and without 'just' it don't werk that way. yes, the hole is exaggerated in size. you got me. the act is big, so the hole has mirrored it. and in the kitchen, bastion of domesticity...




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