Thursday, October 4, 2012

The Strange Laugh - Eric Maroney

Nothing new
The strange laugh
Of that lady down
The hall, the yelp          
Of a dog, sickened
By degrees, strangled
By love

We live here on thin air
Up here, the clouds conceal
Your pain, in this ether

All this is for you
The touch of you
And it is real
There is the touch of you
More solid than stone

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