Plucked

by Glen Martin Fitch

I'm sure you've seen a man
in hot debate or
roaming lost in thought,
as in a trance
reach out;
snap up a bud to mutilate
then quickly toss it off
without a glance.
Did you feel empty,
desperate,
deep despair?
Or was it boredom, rage,
frustration, fear
that made you kiss me
more that I could bear
and leave me,
with this bruise
beneath my ear?
I mean,
why bother reaching out to me?
Why crush me close
and then run on your way?
I sought to give you joy,
but could it be your joy
arose from feeling
my dismay?
That bite left on my neck
will cease to smart,
but what about
the hickey on my heart?

From: 
8/11




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."


Last updated August 23, 2011