john wake

Rookie (mombasa, kenya)

Rotten - Poem by john wake

If lovers loved
And it wasn’t issues
Of loneliness in my bed
Then parting wouldn’t need tissue

A dying love
Can only be prolonged
By tragic events
Cancer in you bones, so I stay longer

Lingering now
With the fat cow
In the room, and like a bomb
I will boom, as this disease deduces my stay

I can truly say…
Or lie as you lie.
As guilt sinks
Vowels, verbs

Aren’t the herbs
This love is rotting, it stinks


If it was now the its now
Not later, for its not better
Let be, I want to see want it can be.

Should shouting help, then let it out
And if the cue for us to bow is now
Leave, this web is not as strong as first weaved

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

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