Warren Falcon

Rookie - 424 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Dear Goodfew, Regarding The Poems I Sent - Poem by Warren Falcon

Don't worry about reading them.
If good enough they will keep.
If bad they will linger like old garbage
placed outside a neighbor's door
in the middle of the night only to
wrap tightly around when opening
a morning door to leave for work,
pushed back, turned off, sour,
5 flights of breathless descent
cursing the occupant in 5A.

The front door slams behind.
Stepping into sunlight and shadow
the day is won, has worn away the
mal-odors of morning. Burn now
instead to live, to leave a strong
rot when put out a lover's door
because of laziness,

a partial rejection hung upon a knob.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 24, 2011


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