Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Half Way

Lead block over head
the creaking ropes and pulleys
thick air in the mid-afternoon
working alone to right the past

muscles aching, burnt on mondays
trembling my dancer's feet
serving my sentence, another nine
take it like a man, my blonde lashes

Dented finger faded now
the trash of memory
still heavy on the end
of my rope


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