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Poem 1477

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it's really true

eugenio furio

it's really true
she was 25
she was singaporean
she spent the week end wearing only a sarong

she was invited to take a sausage from a naked men

she sat on my lap and gave me a kiss
her lips were so cold that (when she kissed me) i almost froze

she asked me to play my guitar
and so i did
she said her boyfriend was dead
he killed himself the month before
as all her previous boyfriends had done in their time

that night she was either going to get me or the white man in the white shirt
i don't remember what i was wearing, but i was playing my guitar
i put the guitar in the case and went back home...
all alone
with my guitar
with enough life to play another december blues

eugenio furio has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of eugenio's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of eugenio's latest works:

that's true: what can i do?

Submitted Mar 12th 2009, 03:02

without words

Submitted Mar 3rd 2009, 20:24

Submitted Feb 23rd 2009, 01:08