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Memory of a Sunday

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 12, 2003 ⋅ Post a comment

You drank me to death in your somber smile and breath opening a Bible and palms frond To excite me in my adolescent fervor You beat me to death with your leather belt and loose-silver buckle Frightened I pulled away as you beat my Mother, the clattering pans breaking their fall on the exiled island [...]

Poverty

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 1, 2003 ⋅ Post a comment

Fortune is a thing untamed, within vast a desert red and hot Though men have traveled far to reach the Edenic plain Amid the trappings of youth and high society, caught In the sands of their desires ? they see the end, which lies the chain Of their misgivings and failures; men, who without consent [...]

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