Category: Poetry
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Holding your hand, all the way to the dragon’s gate
We are having a very frank discussion about whether one’s nipples have to be a certain size in order to be pierced. Yours are the smallest I’ve seen but I pinch one and tell you I bet they could do it We laugh during these last moments where all senses are heightened everything is brighter…
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Moving away from 23
We take a turn on the dance floor blend in with two dollar beers and college students bored on summer break. But I am watching the boy in the corner who promised me a dance and no baggage He doesn’t believe you when you say I’m 23 but he kisses me anyway My eyes closed…
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No burden in this load
Too busy dreaming and a path is formed while I crash in this clown wagon going too fast to read stops Age is not just a number Dream of running toward a cliff and stopping just after it’s too late Jerk to wake myself up Take my hand, honey Sneak into my cabin car How’s…
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Fainting at the piercing parlor
The room crashes and burns purple ceiling closes in Bright light seems – hospital-like but no white coats at this operation Strange faces look down at me a familiar one – but I do not recognize Have I been sleeping this whole time? Dreams were good and awakening rough So much more pain to…
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Sunday morning
Spring lives here where sunrise greets weekend coffee and conversation Trust and truth rests – in your lap, my feet – in my hand, a newspaper Did you know, dear, that the world has stopped understanding but we know our demons, and we know our angels, and this day you are the guardian of my…
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We go dancing instead
It’s my first time on the train in the small city with the big dreams making connections and moving quick two-dollar fare but no way off track We sit in silence and I hold her hand and feel her future has slipped aside away in the night without a sound The plans for tomorrow are…
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Friends who move away for romance
We ponder love over cups of coffee Stay or move on Big Apple or Queen City Sometimes fate happens when you leave it And a ticket for $5 could change your life “I found myself” you will declare On an Internet bulletin board The Libra has an Aries moment We celebrate with booze and tears…
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Do you dream of me?
In that moment Between dark and dawn In my half-awake, Half-dream world I see colors of you. Reds and greens and blues Courage and healing and truths Wash over me and you Patiently wait For me to wake To your ‘hey sunshine’ And I smile And anticipate.
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Nose rings at age 30
There is no happy hour In this Bible Belt city so we drink to Long Island enjoy being jobless and drunk at 4 in the afternoon. My gay boyfriend who’s not really gay is confused about life So he meets us on the grungy side of town with half-million dollar homes and a tattoo parlor…
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Mosquito bites and daffodils
Yesterday I saw a sunset and decided to write it for you. I thought if I slaved and bled over my words, I could make you feel my moment and maybe shed a tear. I sat down with my self-inspired mind lest someone come and ruin my picturesque moment for you. But I forgot how…