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Poems by Carter Monroe
billy putrid works his way through school
on the set of the light fantastic
i got fucked in a seraphim haze
"too little too late," she said
catching me in blinded post sate
cafe sanctioned garbage cans
form a fortress of loss
around my aching psyche
bricked up like a barbecue
discarded semen is a pitiable sight
something left for unborn photographers
or baby-faced protestors
something more real than you know
i'm dirty now - gritty
bathed in the wrath of rejection
lined by palsied marathons
the work detail sounds the alarm
a nasty soul i am
left untended by the genre
post haste the requiem sails
"nobody's ever loved me yet"
Carter Monroe © 2002
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