Tag Archives: pastlife poems

Last-Chance Gas 

We stopagainst our better judgement, even though we’ve barely got a dime between us and we shoulda used it for laundry because your last t-shirt is starting to smell like that rest stop two towns back.  The black black pavement just keeps on moving and that dot-to-dot … Continue reading

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Tuesday Night, 1991 

She’s searching for meaning in the shadows on the ceiling,  some wraith to warn her, ban-shee her way fully awake; there’s a hole in the kitchen wall now  and a ghost of a chance she’ll still stay.  The day’s a fading bruise of forked-tongue … Continue reading

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Power {and other Trips Not Worth Taking} 

Just leave the map behind;  you’ll find yourself just south of (numb)thumb, anyway. Down under. Down.  Bring no friends. Isolation’s key. See, he doesn’t even want you to see the destination,  just the desperate sensation of needing                    (him) something you can’t reach.  Do bring a hat because that’s the only … Continue reading

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laundry day 

she knows bliss-fully nothing yet of ticket stubs to movies she’s never seen and crumpled-number napkinsand wayward lockets , but  nobody told her not to check his pants pockets.  ::

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of roads and rage

… hit the road, jack -al, …………scoundrel, …………………….swindling soul. flee this broken place until all that’s left is a speeding car, ………………………..a vanishing of …………………………………….(stars) ……………………………………………..tar.   .. twiglet #114.       

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Past (Im)Perfect

{Gerund fun from 1991}   .. You: drinking unthinking cheating repeating breaking faking stealing unfeeling lying. Me: crying trying dying feeling reeling kneeling grieving believing , ……leaving.   ..   Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 23.   

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Getting Gone

His fists. Her wrists. She wonders if the $304 secret -ed in the flour jar is enough, if it will get her far enough away to stop running. She’ll pawn the ring and finally call her mama, pack a suitcase … Continue reading

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playing{favorites}

… you wanted to play black -jack, while i’m more of a paper ……..(scissors, rock) girl. heads (over heels), i lose. hearts, you win.   ..

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In Cahoots

I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’ Now the days go by so fast – Counting Crows, Long December   .. I absolve you of all wrong -doing. See? Because the one who robbed … Continue reading

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The Clock Says Two

.. The clock says two, which means she’s got a few hours to pack it all – not much – ………………and go. The $426 in the flour jar says she’ll get aways, and she knows how to wait tables anywhere. … Continue reading

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