Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

At the Crossroads

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My heart’s desire is not

Accessible by mortal means or

Schemes of the mind. So

I bury my visage to

Summon some ethereal force to

Bargain. But no one comes. Maybe,

I am too pure for the Pitt’s

Hounds to want to embrace the

Warmth of my flesh. Or maybe they

Sense my worth as nothing more than a

Pound of flesh sacrificed to and unknown

God. Still, the blues plays on in the

Background, and I am thankful for the

Ambiance.

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Written by barryr22

November 19, 2011 at 12:51 am

Posted in Poetry

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