Bury The Hatchet Poem by Lev Brekhman

Bury The Hatchet



A marriage has these pauses:
Unsaid remains unsaid.
The mind-trap likely closes,
All thought is quickly dead.
What hencely will transpire,
Is anybody's guess.
So beat the bed's fanfares,
F... like a beast, not less…

Sunday, October 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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