Tag Archives: pastlife poems

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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