Thursday, November 24, 2011

From a Newer Collection (Richard Simmons 1948 - ?)

I am hurt
I warn you
in love with loneliness
& the wild comforts it brings
I am no friend
to those that have befriended me
no love
to those who have loved me
and no guide
to those who have attempted to guide me
its only my greed
a sort of perverse insane triumph
I keep looking to the horizon
hoping to see flames

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