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Yowl

key slides the lock
pointlessness strokes her face
barren takes her coat
absent unties her shoes
futile removes her gloves
hollow is the hello

a cosy citadel
the bounty reaped
by winsome furtive eyes

each stone
Valentino, Cartier, Chanel

soft manicured hand
alights upon the switch
sombre pale light

eyes proud
heart sullen

man’s original question surfaces
Hamlet offers no solution

successful failure
opulent ugliness

Her throat constricts with a choking wail

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scene that you have put forth. This is what I got from it.
A woman who is very beautiful, bedecked with jewels and fancy clothes, comes home after a night on the town to a lonely apartment. She realises that her's is an empty life, no matter how many nice things she has.
Just my take on it...
~ Geezer

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to have it all..
found all that behind the car wash
a lone three quarter cache

started at the pile of shoplifted or bought
discards

expensive all of it

and then the Polo Sport behind Independents
past the snow removal sculpture shopping carts
with wheels sticking through the snow

moments to moments
like an aria
like a coal fire
like a diamonds glitter

the hard act of having
the leaving of nothing

Thank You!

that's what
a solo 's life is all about
when women seek
equality with men
the lock is left intact ....
the key remains in the hollow
after they swallow

loved

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