March 1, 2011

#731 fresh bedsheets

jealousy is a three syllable word that fills my today
i read the words of others
i face their accomplishment
quality, and trophies
jealousy is a noun that lives somewhere inside my ribs
a content prisoner of the me
a single part of speech
jealousy is a kite underwater
its reason for living forgotten
its existence ugly and embarrassing
jealousy is a bedsheet, fresh from the winter dryer
wrapping me in its warmth
lulling me to sleep, one lie for each dream
jealousy is the suit on the colour-blind single man
ridiculous and laughable to all
except the one who chose the suit for handsome
jealousy ends poems
a three syllable word
jealousy

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