Friday, March 30, 2012


Mr. Ivy League
tear skin with
a diamond knife.
Murderer's ambition
but detached,
shiny teeth point
to half closed eyes.
And I am so sorry
for that.
Mr. Ivy League
there is a place,
warm with colors
where eyes and smiles meet
as the second hand
ticks over the hour.
You've found home,
for August.
But for hearts,
Mr. Ivy League
are alone.

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