Peter Joseph Hogenson


Paint - Poem by Peter Joseph Hogenson

She painted herself up
and went out for the night

thinking things would work out all right
she jumped in the first car
that came thru the lamplight

Good vibes?
not so...just a bad row to hoe
servicing some sicko
and for what?
20 bucks?

And now we're all draggin' the river for her remains
And praying a lot...and crying, a bit insane
And dying a second at a time, in the cold
thinking of the waste of that sweet soul...

And wishing that God had been paying more attention...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 27, 2006



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