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| Jack Slade (standard:poetry, 73 words) | |||
| Author: kendall thomas | Added: May 13 2002 | Views/Reads: 3411/0 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
| A poem about substance. | |||
Jack Slade . “Ghosts” I heard you say As you staggered drunk Down the streets of Virginia City . “Dust” Pointing with pistoled hand “All dead” . And you were right In your mad brain They're all gone -- The ones who hanged you The ones who loved you But the mad purpose in the blood continues -- Flowing from one age into the next -- And ghosts still pretend to have substance Tweet
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