Deborah Lynn Janik


A Secret On Friday - Poem by Deborah Lynn Janik

May I savor your violence?
Will you keep a secret or two?
Can I taste your delusion?
The taste of sweet insanity.
Another friday night outing.
A van, five hours, and a 20.

Why cant I just inhale it?
It is too late to begin?
If I scream will you stop?
Please dont.
Another friday night outing.
A spoon, a store, and a 20.

Do you know what it means?
Could I tell you if I knew?
Is your mind deliciously lost too?
I lost a moment in my head.
Another friday night outing.
A zipper, a shirt and a 10.


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  • (5/13/2006 4:20:00 AM)


    Ive seen the spoon and been on the outings. But every day, not just Fridays.

    Love, Fran xx
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006



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