Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Weight of Salt
Tarrying about
with yet another
blow-up doll with a
pulse – adding to your
collection of the
barely sentient –
you stumble and fail
because you know that
there is never a
burden so light as
an empty one.
Sell them anything,
everything they want
to feel – providing
they keep their weight to
themselves – you barter
because you know that
there is never a
burden so light as
an empty one.
Flattered by the thought
and repentant – I
walk away before
tasting the salt of
your charming damage
because I know that
there is never a
man so simple as
a broken one.
© 2008 Marcy Stoeckel
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The last line say it all..How true
ReplyDeleteyes, the last line... perfect, very, very perfect. as well as the stanza before. I really like this. provacative.
ReplyDeleteSincere thanks, bindo and cindy.
ReplyDeleteBINGO.
ReplyDeleteLove it.
Dang, Marcy. You've done it again for me. I want you to publish a book so I can buy it. So I can put it on my bedside table, so the last words I think before I fall to sleep are so damn sharp and powerful and GOOD.
ReplyDeletebecause you know that
there is never a
burden so light as
an empty one.
....
because I know that
there is never a
man so simple as
a broken one.
KNOCK OUT PUNCH, GIRL!
And you are unbelievably kind, Bryan. Deeply, deeply appreciated.
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