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THE BATS ARE HOWLING AT MY PORCH
Shirley Gothen
All I can hear is howling
Screeching
They sound like you
did this lonely night
when we held each
other and cried.
I've never tasted tears
like
yours.
They taste like rolled cigarettes
hanging off the tongue
like other things
that you told me.
The Bible on the table
vibrated with us
like Satan does behind
the windowsill. He's standing
with the bats
holding clubs and watching
my forehead warily.
"It's cold", he mouths,
and I agree.
Cold like the sweat
on your back when you
fell asleep.
Shirley Gothen has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Shirley's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Shirley's latest works: