I have a hard time
imagining where the sound went.
It was here
when I was twelve.
But today, it’s nowhere to be heard. 107 more words
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He wakes up hung over
though he hasn’t been drinking –
unless winter is a hundred proof
because he’s already had more
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Bangs, Whimpers, Arts, Culture, and Commentary
by John Grey
Having finally found the right woman,
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In a man’s deep eyes, how empty the craters.
Heart, give me the exact moment. All other times fall flat.
The first drop confused you. You survived. 221 more words
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It’s not the street lamp
but its fragile voice,
nor the sidewalk,
just the winds it broadcasts.
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but not noteworthy.
I enjoy buds on trees
as much as anyone
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the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky
Be the conveyance.
Be placed before me
Beautiful? Of course,
they all are.
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