Saturday, October 19, 2013

Gregory Liffick- Three Poems


WHIPPED
 
Turning
what hurts us
into sources
of only
pleasure.
Not rising
to joy,
but
going down
to a
rock
bottom
of peace
in bad
treatment.
 
 
PUFF
 
Smoked
a pipe
that didn't
make
peace.
Got
in the eye
of the
guest
and
brought
tears to
the
talk.
The air
was
thick
with
unwelcome.
 
 
DAMAGE
 
The rock
through
the
window
was just
the
start
of how
he felt.
The first
date
was blind,
and her
charms
were always
suspect.
She broke
it off
with a
hammer
and left
a lot
of pieces
to pick up.

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