You’ve been quiet
I’ve said too much
You can’t take it back.
The dogs howl under the porch.
The cats fight over entrails.
All is confused.
The dogs under the porch are ghosts.
The dogs are walked and their poop is gathered in the twilight.
The ghosts of the dogs howl under the porch and the cats are spoiled.
Did I say the wrong thing?
It would be good to say the wrong thing,
to say anything is wrong
when
all
is
wrong
and I howl under the porch.
Theft By Deception
By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown
I can’t remember his name. But I know;
we loved once. I can’t remember his game,
but I know that I was always sent back to start, and it was a good one. I can’t remember a thang. But,
he says to me, we once said “I do.” If, this is true. Theft by deception
is ev’r so cruel. 911 what can I do?
Dedicated to: Alzheimer’s Disease (Awareness)
A RocDeeRay Poem
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~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
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