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so the old man died, his face knew lines, his feet also. young self knew the country falter, knew the second world war, knew a pretty girl he didn't marry, knew another he did. new boots to turn old boots, to be weathered and worn. the cycle, the spinny spinny spin of things. we turn ... - Poetry > Free VerseYou make me sick With the way that You only care if they're killing themselves Because when they jump off They just might fall on top of you. And maybe they should. Don't you see that they're dying, and that they are drowning in this gray, And all you can say is, '...
- Poetry > Free Versewhen you were new and sun freckled, sun dried playing in the drippity drip of a water hose, with mama yelling something that smiled in the heat and across her flower beds. you were young then, with thoughts that had hands connected to long arms that reached up into the place you find yoursel...
- Poetry > Free VerseI curve against the shape of you, breathe in stuttery exhale inhale again; my fingers tangle up in the space behind my eyelids, foggy humid lost in the falltime, swallow up the rainy season with days spent inside. finger tips against my face your face ribcage, pretty page of love words andd...
- Poetry > Free Versesee you caught up so lovely lovely mixed in and mixed up like a really bright morning parade if you're still a little tipsy. we don't play that way much anymore, we don't play much. period, like definitiveness, over- analyzing like it's one of my tendencies. it is. s...
- Poetry > Free Verseoverwhelming like that sticky scent of lavender like it's dripping off my hair and trailing down my face with it's fragrant too fragrant aroma almost like you're leaving because the distance of your eyes makes me feel like I'm gone already and the sky just turned twil...
- Poetry > Free Versein a corner of my sleep, I find you, piece by piece, I put you together. almost always your eyes are closed, but you tell you tell me that you love me. recollection: I fell (in love) once. and then I stopped falling, because a surface decided impact with me would be a nice way to spe...
- Poetry > Free VerseI'm about 45 minutes late, every time, too late to catch you living; cleverly, you perch- a carboard cutout man, and this image of you sleepily penning word upon word upon memory; and isn't that the very essence of the present? because for a good few months out of the year, ...
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