Thomas Lawrence

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The House - Poem by Thomas Lawrence

there is this certain house
call it the beach house
a once well-worn respite,
it's quaint disrepair
no longer charms

sands that once dared
brush only up against the steps
drift indifferently over the porch and
through the half opened door

the door itself hangs nearly unhinged

much as dull-eyed prostitutes
gaze unfocused past a satiated john
passersby barely notice
and no one ever goes inside

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 18, 2010

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