Patrick Tincher


Your Cup Runneth Over At My Expense - Poem by Patrick Tincher

My heart bleeds no more
It has been wrung dry
The last dropp sent in a tumbling plummet
Splashing into your silver chalice
Causing a cascade of life
Right onto your glistening lips waiting for the last drop
You were meant to be my Ankh my sign of life
Instead you are a jackal-headed man snapping snarling leading me to judgment

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, June 4, 2010


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