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Click hereare like shadows.
You can
stone 'em,
cut off their noses,
but you
can't leave 'em,
can't live without 'em,
and the one sitting next to you
just might be about to
blow your sorry ass
all the way to Hell.
My earlier comment. I got my cliches confused (no more reading poetry after 2 glasses of wine). Love has nothing to do with it.
Shouldn't it be can't love 'em/can't live without 'em?
I had this image of a young male US Army infantryman on patrol in Kabul that came to a screeching halt when I read "leave."
(the death card), oneiria, good to see you return to "middle of the road" poetry, this isn't a middle of the road poem. I gave you a solid five. On the down side, this being an ever present danger, it is becoming cliched in expression and sediment. How close is it, well I did give you a five, and I am more mercilessness on cliches than anything else. You did well, expressed strongly. A poet should have an idea where the line is, should push it right to the edge. You did.