Billroy loved Delilah
Her fleece was white as snow
And every time she smiled, he would suck upon his toe
Billroy touched Delilah;
The hair upon her head
Her jaws unhinged and teeth came down and left him bleeding red
Billroy thought Delilah
Was lovely as could be
And there was no one lovelier as far as he could see
Billroy gave Delilah
A portion of his flesh
At which she screamed and down on him came heavy copper mesh
Billroy cried, “Delilah!”
“Whatever can I say?”
“Nothing.” she said, and left for dead the boy who lost his way
Billroy made Delilah
of thoughts and broken dreams
Imagination's done him in (at least that's how it seems)
Billroy stacked Delilah
Like books upon a shelf
If books were guilt and shelves were just a metaphor for self
Billroy loved Delilah
Although she was not real
And to this day he thinks of her before every meal
Friday, October 31, 2008
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