Tag: Poetry
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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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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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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…
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The serenade
The jazz reverie plays two blocks over and the lovers speak without saying a word in the open windows of the apartment above the city in the south They know the night is young but the look in their eyes is long “You can tell so much with one kiss” and trust passes between them…