I know inside you are screaming.
the rings around your heart-pulsate
your memories of them lost-now
all you have left are the stains
of children's well-meaning finger-tips
and cut spidery-web veins.
singing. swallowing. stuck.
A voice inside you leaps out.
and now you want to pound out
a list of real names, and
paint real faces-like a lineup
of who did it-apologize,
apologize now.
half-rolled down window-body
half out-yelping what happened to that
16 year old girl who was happy to
feel the night air on her bones-
with eyes cast high welling
looking at trees. looking at
trees.
Tickle your toes. . .
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
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as I left the waterfront and I climbed up the sandy stair as always his brothers were first; to greet me. I've had past dealings with th...
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There are holes in these walls and someone is pounding away making new ones. A little girl with a bell hammer smack smack smack She only ban...
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I thought it would be fitting to do an original of mine, but one of it's earlier drafts. I have recently reworked this poem so it includ...
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Eyes and skies a fuzzy crystal blue. A sunlit shouldered sensation and smirking hips and lips without vibration a scorched summer driveway ...
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Empty lines- Now there are not enough notes- and I am missing notes- I am missing your notes too much time passing two, three, four, five to...
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secret fancies don't really bother me, alright? but know that once you tell me I become either like a turtle and snap my smile...
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This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
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