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Chemistry
Chemistry
Jasmine Kowalski
drifts from the lair that she wears that has sheltered her life.
She’s nobody’s wife.
Knitting her eyebrows,
her daggered stare casts a glare and a hedge roundabout
defying the louts.
Her beauty torn and pallid,
her anger on her sleeves
she wrenches stared confessions,
piles them up like leaves.
Crossing the courtyard
suitors she spies cast their eyes to the opposite curb
afraid to disturb.
Deep in his storefront,
Reginald Brown glares his cares out the antique lead glass
vulgar and crass
His life spilled out behind him
he grasps until he bleeds
trading love and candor
for haberdashers tweeds.
Grasping his hands
he wrings disappointment to soak in the sawdust below
emotions run slow.
Swept in the dustbin
life’s precious essence retreats from his presence again;
forsaken man
Two chemicals divided
they sit upon the shelf
never were united
they feed upon themselves.
© Bart Breen 11/30/2001
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