Saturday, May 7, 2011

Braille

It isn't so much blindness
as a blindfold
when the message of the heart
comes through
and you refuse to see it.
I don't see no smoke
and certainly no signals
and that's no jungle telegraph
but just the rain running down a noisy gutter.
But I don't need fucking Braille
when the message of the heart
is "No."

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