Kiss My Bum
Kiss my bum tonight.
The lips are done.
No lines to barter.
No speech to give.
The crowd may cheer.
It echoes thin.
They clap for ghosts.
The stage is bare.
The words are broken.
The tongue is stone.
The throat is empty.
The song is gone.
Kiss my bum again.
The lips are sealed.
The smile has left.
The laughter dead.
I walk in silence.
I keep my fire.
It burns in secret.
It will not speak
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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