After Party Poem by Christopher Gore

After Party



I sit in a bedroom full of jabber
seeing upturn'd lips yet drooping eyes,
and despite the young bucks jokes to flatter,
the laughs, just lies.

Sunday, December 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: lies,lips
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Christopher Gore

Christopher Gore

St. Louis, Missouri
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