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Rollin' words

I’ve been round the block
On the mend
Up the creek
At a dead end

Words are just words, you say
But I roll ‘em
And smoke ‘em
All day

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Another daily grind

Today I toe the line.
That daily grind
leaves grit inside my soul
and hands
around my throat
I choke
on my own words.
The shame of it.

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Doorway

Electric fountains,
Kaleidoscopic
jumping beans
leave trails of
zig zagging
fluorescent
lines o’ words.
Explore
my world,
I open my door.

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Ache

Your touch
as soft
as peach
skin

Hearts ripe
like grapes
on a vine

No need
to make
me ache
for you

You exist

I ache

You’re mine

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Drabble.

Arrest me with your eyes
Silence me with your lips
Run your fingers along my thighs
But let me know if you’re playing for keeps. 31 more words

White collar

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Crisp collar
Neat stripe
Straight-laced
Clock Work
Status polished
Shoes shine
Faith misplaced
Subtle mayhem
Self disgrace
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Smithing

I have a little 7 x 4 3/8 inch ringbound blue-covered notebook that I started writing a variety of things in back in late February of this year. 403 more words