NaPoWriMo: Day 3

Listening to Tom Waits made me want to write a poem:


It’s unpretty, this world,

the way its dark beauty

hunches on sidewalks, and

bleeds from sore places.

We’re drawn to wreckage,

to pain, to heartache.

We put our arms around it-

There. There.

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Doug says:

    There There There

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