Bryant Frye


Bryant Frye Poems

1. Jail House Spades 8/3/2007
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Jail House Spades

Bail bondsmen
The bonds that tie
Define confinement
Along with these legalities
Making sensitivity parallel to stupidity

Behind this plexi glass
You say
“I love the way you look at me.”
Peering left
I can't remember if that’s validity
Psychology lies to me every time

Caressing your side a deep breath tells me
I love you
It’s not true
This morning he broke you trusses
Explaining why you knees shake with betrayal

I was only gone seven days Brutus
It’s not the Ides of March
It's half past Valentine’s Day
And your dagger is far ...

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