Rebecca Wright Poems
|1.||What A Nice Day To Spend In A Mortuary||4/2/2006|
|2.||What Goes Around Comes Around||4/2/2006|
|3.||Love At First Bite||4/2/2006|
|4.||The Madman's Prayer||4/2/2006|
|6.||Too Late Now||4/2/2006|
|9.||1000 Anonymous Victims||4/2/2006|
|11.||I Told You Ropes Were Useful||8/9/2006|
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What Goes Around Comes Around
White satin in a delicate pleat,
The church is full to brim.
As each man comes to take his seat,
And reads the book of hymns.
A car outside is elegant black,
And shiny from the sun.
When they walk in, and looking back,
The star is sure to come.
A heart it beats, growing ever thicker,
And veins they cry so loud.
You clasp the gun pull the trigger,
Your mother would be proud.
As dark draws in you close your eyes,
And dream of bats all night.
Soaring blackly in the sky,
Shrouded, by dark light.
An empty head and empty ...