Let Me Know Poem by Cee Bea

Let Me Know



I watch spit gather
in the corner of his
grey cold Lie

information in truth
are null and void
shaken not stirred
served sour and slightly chilled

when you know how it feels
to want
let me know.

Friday, November 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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