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  Under Thunder

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  holding hands under beer-crusted bar tables: hardwood, cedar maybe. five fingers i have waited five long years to grasp; and i refuse to stop. each motion in any other direction is countered by the little known fact, there has always been something between us. wrong time. wrong place. ...
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  Freedom, They Call It

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  I can’t believe how fiery she was Burning with rage, I’ve never seen her like that Flames ate at her waist, rising up from hell itself Her own hell, where blood floods like rain And children cower in tree trunks Where men rampage with rifles There’s no where to take cover ...
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  Emancipate Me

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Looks like you blew me off again. Ya, wonderful. Thank God you’re my friend. I love the stinging pain of rejection, Need you as badly as a lethal injection. You want a lover in exchange for no love, I yearn for someone I can touch with no glove. Most of the time you’re so far gone, The fe...
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  Cool Cotton Sheets

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Noiseless footsteps, a constant pace, Remember the staircase, this is the place. Twenty feet forward, take a quick right, Dreamt about you all last night. Silencing carpet, muffled steps Sifting through memories I kept. Open your door, empty again Hating this spot, missing my friend. Sit...
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  Hour Before Clarity

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Thug nasty, smoke out; I got the munchies. Walking off a rainbow in those swirls of smoke. Snapping pictures with his x-ray eyes, Look for Him, a jigsaw puzzle of blinded faith. Life is a disturbing psychological trend, a tangle of twisting paths. Smoke out; I got the munchies. Deliver us f...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Nature and Regrets

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Bloody roses grow Both in hearts of men and in Desolate green fields...
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  Breathe Easy

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  The stars are grasping out for me Sparkling fingertips tracing my palm Midnight plummets all around Crashing and pooling at my Feet Knees Hips The pull of the stars won’t save me Grains of sand and sea salt ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  You Walked In and Out

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Do you know me? It seems that you do; You dug so deep So quick. No one does, No one can. You opened the book Where my heart explodes All over the bloody pages It makes me sick. Did you know that? When I look at you: That’s not hate, not disgust You make me sick. To know someone can ...
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  With Nothing Left to Lose

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  We watched as the suns rays r e a c h e d o u t. Quick as moving bamboo stalks. Touching soft straw sensually. Wrapping grass with boiling kisses. Saw when flame erupted Licking from the very roots That we sowed into parched soil With dirt encrusted fingertips Scratched and oozi...
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  Leaving Home

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Last of the furniture was moved out three weeks ago. A single layer of dust rests lazily on wood paneling. I haven't forgotten how the wind sounds when it slips in the shuddering window panes. When no one is left to see the wintry sun transform this hollow room into home, my childho...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Want to Say

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  He was unspectacular, dressed solely in beige I almost missed him, walked right by Thankful that he calls my name, we turn, eyes catch those amber sunset gems. Guilt, apologies and lies reflect me like mirrors Sour milk taste, metallic scent The sickly sweet of his aftershave I can det...
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  Running

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  Turn around. Walking through a pool dark and thick as oil. This is night. Turn Around. Sounds inhaled by the all-encompassing emptiness of four a.m. Turn. Around. She can’t catch the sound of her own haunted steps. Can’t remember how the streets echo in hou...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  And Then There Was a Crash

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  On the interstate, pale pavement cracks beneath the tires of our eighteen wheeler. Sparks of insight light up the hollow midnight sky. But really its just the tire rim grinding against concrete. Really its just the engine, catching, burning, rampaging its vengeance. Its retaliation. H...
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  It Was the Green Plaid Jacket

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  It was the green plaid jacket. I remember following that jacket home from school. Wearing it with such pride you said, “Its from my grampa.” Grin baring your tiny teeth, your pocket-sized smile In the sixth grade blood covered the green sleeves in an ugly mud color combination Johnny wa...
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  Vroom Vroom (101)

  

  By feconnolly, Attleboro, MA

  I am not a brand new BMW Not a Rolls-Royce Or a T-Bird. Paint clawed, Dashboard nicked, I am worn. Backseat frayed, Steering wheel splintered, I am a ’92 Toyota; I function. I do not glisten or gleam. ...