- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Balfie Is Dead
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CARNAGE WROUGHT BY A DISHONEST HORSE TRADER 671017
By JC STREET © 2004 all rights reserved
Balfie is dead, dead
at twenty-five
minutes pas’t
eleven on the eve
OF
his birthday
his
twenty-seventh it
would have been
died
crying obscene
needle hanging
festering maw
abscess-hole speak
to
black weed soft
grey felt
men
on street corners
“Hey son; c’mere!”
died clutching my
hand skin
pale gaunt
grey wax cheeks hollow
gibbering saliva
through black teeth
nails
untrimmed Balfie
is dead
he
buried
me
--30-- Montreal, October 17, 1967 – how we change
- COMMENTS
duddle146about 17 years agoThis poem has an undertone of sadness, the imagery here is lovely.
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoThis is poetry. A tragic piece, with emotions laid well in the lines... a wonderful piece.
Tathagataalmost 20 years agois poetry.
Tragic, open, raw,truth.
stunning work
I am speechless
Thank you
