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Poem I7/8 left and it's pleasure; the rest is obligation. I can see its seam where no light shines through. The wind changes direction and it's back in the car.Poem I
by ~dgregory
Her SongHer song was a tiresome, meddlesome block of prayers, filling the empty coffee house with words no one wanted to hear on a Friday night. The dances across town were full with young ones who danced so vibrantly in their growing sentiments under the cold stars.Her Song
Her dreams were films no one wanted to see, so she kept them to herself every morning. Her apartment was empty her rooms were quiet, the morning sun drifted like an elegy, for lives past and lives that never were, so she put on her makeup and worked h
by ~dgregory
Thesaurus DaysThere seemed to be no end to my Thesaurus Days. I think I can find a word that hasn't been used before.Thesaurus Days
by ~dgregory
War PaintThis is my war paint for I am the ignorant son, skinning ashes from the ground with the bare of my foot. The hooves of a lone deer hollow the night, click-clacking over and under me. Over and under. There is ash on my foot, ash on my palm, ash on everything, except the things I have not seen. Remainders drift courteously, unreachableWar Paint
with my dirty hands, seeming so far.
My body melts the ice, the water stains the ash, from
fires that never were. Let me take all that I can: rusted cans that once held fruit, broken bo
by ~dgregory
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We are those who are walkingPrimed under indigo, right-wing sarcasm tucked into bed;We are those who are walking
fly, fly, shoe of steel. Master the several arts of Index positions. Secret duty of the burnt out flame, share your dying wish with the darkness that forced you under: untidy flash of photons
quietly illuminating an ever spinning set of fault lines. Two scissors left in the coffee pot to brew. A seraphim's diagrams for sneaking into the hottest jazz clubs in olde city. A pretty lady, dressed up, looks like she could be a dragonfly,
and I play along. We are those who are walking. Strides disguised by freaks and p
by ~justb
kinetic lustHonest drops of Tuesday nightkinetic lust
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
molecules
. (and coffee pots)
alive, ready,
waiting rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
kinetic waltz
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human want
by ~darkenedserenity
We'll always have SteinbeckIron my fingertips against the crease of the seam, and scrawl on the envelope an ambiguous address.We'll always have Steinbeck
When the last multi-hued string of our friendship bracelet frayed- peeled apart like uncoiled copper wires- Could have sworn I felt the wear with every fruitless search; you refuse to stay in one place.
They tell me you dream of Hawaii. And a quick handed 200 dollars Makes for easy deliberation. I hope you’ll drop me a line Before you take off for paradise.
Remember when we sat on the hills and saw small brown children &nbs
by ~WhoKilledKirov
Love Poem..Love Poem
last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you’d come knocking. You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I’ll wear sunglasses, whi
by ~WhoKilledKirov
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i think its meant to say "I hope you have a good time!"
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also, come talk to me. i am a bit sad.
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