Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

A gay heart


It takes a gay heart
To catch falling heart of a women
It takes few straight men
To nail her coffin shut!

Many tears falling
Tales of sorrow and woes
This binding glue of rainbow marrow
Essence of a women's soul

Lightning charging
Storms brewing dark
For calm's sake
Wish for Dorothy's rainbow back

What say you Adam of jungle feet?
As you brew your ancient wheat
It's stale and void of seasons to taste
In ignorance it's surely laced

Your arguments must end today
Enough blood shedding from your fist
To rehash your diminutive do's and don't
If will take eternity for this poem to mend!

Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
March 7 2012

Submitted: Sunday, September 09, 2012

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