Bill Kamen


Confrontation - Poem by Bill Kamen

Immediately, after the confrontation,
He poses in the room for hours',
drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, and listening
to Dylan's just like a woman.

Like a trapped deer in headlights,
she gazes upon the room's hunger,
pondering this cycle of existence,
challenging her mind to understand.

When they awaken the next morning,
words are now thoughts,
the air is clear,
and the song has ended.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 12, 2011



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