Slightly Poetic Thoughts

Graveyard Gals

these four gals
stuck in quicksand,
wading in the dung heap
of history

how long should I
rock a dead baby?
or kick dead men?
or play the blame game?

I laid that boy to rest
and forgave the
bastard’s backhand –
nothing left to do

but let it go the way of over,
‘cuz the graveyard’s no place
for an Avon party

there’s life beyond
yesterday, my sisters,
let’s leave the dead days
to rest in peace

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