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Tag Archives: past life poems
.. Don’t do it. Just don’t. It’s not worth it. It won’t be worth it. Don’t say that. Just listen. Your mama knows what she’s talking about. Don’t love him. Just don’t. He’ll ruin you. You might have been ready, … Continue reading
You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget. – Counting Crows .. We sat on the hood of your car like it was our own Little Bighorn, and I finally told you … Continue reading
.. I am still living with your ghost, grin, green sweatshirt (which I cannot seem to throw away). Perhaps soon I will exorcise these unquiet corners. But not today. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 16. … Continue reading
. You hid the tickets in an old film tube in your drug box. I don’t know why I looked. I don’t remember what movie it was. I only know there were two of them. Two of you, who weren’t … Continue reading
… Dear Kevin Q, thanks for the Valentine’s candy in the 1st grade. Sweet. Dear Jimmy M, that first French kiss was kind of, um…juicy. Yuck. Dear Kevin A, you broke my heart and my Swatch. Thanks. Dear Robert B, … Continue reading
… It was trying; you were trying (to kill me, slowly) (to fill me, flow me with a rage that should have lasted decades.) Fractured promises and tables, hidden movie tickets, the smell of weed and sin. The thin crimson … Continue reading
.. The breeze is caught, a distant hymn. The moon she’s got is growing dim. She pulls the shade and so it goes – her heart a glade where river flows. He’s hidden lies under each stone, but her silence … Continue reading
. you’re a sly one, all right, folding my heart over and over upon itself again, …painting the pointy edges ………..blue – paper, scissors, rocking ……..it until ………..(I lose.) ..
(a perceptive approach) . timbral pal ……-ette and harm -ony not …withstanding, our rock(y) background was a full-length contemp(t) -orary dance, a tentative step into sound ………………….(off track). i was a self-taught painist, you had an affection for the in … Continue reading
. two hours later (and a whole load of crap from you), and i’m left with whiter whites, and the feeling of need -ing to fold my ……………………self in two. ..