9-22-07

  the manifold crestened into
the obituary of a friend
called almost saved into a
slavery lost of a grace unforgotten
by my Angels above
who only cried a tear of mercy for me
because that was their destiny tonight.

  focused above the blue lines crossed into
the white circles that
caused the framed death of a
life unlived to forgive me almost
into the state of my own crucifixion
to self obsorb into a depression
that denied me
a love wished come true.

  barely red the sunsets glowed
into my own self containment of a cavity
of a purity almost accomplished tonight
as I heard my Angels
whisper to me the words,
"I love you."

  I knew right then that
the kettle painted black a sorrow
left unattended for me
that was drowned into
the endless smokes of the cigarettes
that got you stoned as you listened to
your favorite Country Music song.

  that told you a story of
your addiction making you smile
and your dog losing its best friend
and your Whiskey making you sin
into a drunkenness prayed into
a pain and loneliness left
incomplete to me
that only wished for me that my
obituary of a friend would
smile back at you.

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