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DUI
Without a penny to give,
You spend your last dollar on whiskey.
Because your Mickey Mouse laugh
just isn’t the same without a hint of Jack D.
None of us are sure of what to do
or how to say this..
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so here goes nothing:
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Jared, your brilliant mind sparks
in ways that a fire cannot compare.
Kindling to this earth,
you have the ability to change your world.
But you’re wasting your borrowed time,
drowning in alcohol
filling your lungs with more weed
than oxygen.
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Every day
you’re the one that crosses my mind.
A broken soul
who could have had it all.
But traded his future
for a few years of “fun”
In Truth: NaPoWriMo 8
No, I don’t love you like the sun and I don’t walk sunlit paths of your heart. I don’t know you like the back of my hand or yearn for your touch. I don’t quiver, I don’t sigh, I don’t slice my heart for your adoration.
None of that bullshit ridiculously bad poetry stuff.
I watch the vein in your forehead twitch when you sleep. I hate your guts sometimes. I want to stab you when you’re being an ass. I think about your dick when I’m driving to work. I like it when you cook me dinner. I like the way your sweat smells. I wear your dirty clothes.
Niles
The first time I saw you I was on the Amtrak, rushing back to a home that was still fresh, rushing back to a love that was still new. Tumble-down fence posts, dry grass yards pressed right up against the train tracks, you were a vision of a past I’ve never known, a past that likely only exists in rose-colored nostalgia for imaginary histories. I’d never seen you, never heard of you before, with a name so plain, clean, dry, hardworking, I would have remembered. This landscape I know like my own dry skin, these roads through crackled hills, this vein through suburban sprawl, this explosion of town names, only important for their freeway exits, hid you from sight, kept you safe or kept you behind. Our love affair was brief, I bought a car, one-thousand dollars even, pretty soon after that. The vision of the future, fast car, fast life, is more alluring than the slow pace of a roaring freight, plus gas was cheaper than train tickets. I haven’t seen you since, wonder if you’re even really there.
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Poem #8
Somewhere only we know. The stairs to the show. We fly through towns We walk through the clouds.
Let's go somewhere only we go. Some place they'll never find. We hide in the woods We leave the storms behind.
Let's go to Paris. Strod through the streets. Fill in blank pages. I don't care who we meet.
Poem 8
The Giant Eyeball
Detached from its moon pull,
Earth washes up on shore.
The midnight blue orb of oceans
is nestled in a crib of fog.
After a millennia of rolling
through trenches of sand,
blue sky somehow
remains intact after tearing
from the atmosphere’s body.
Melted down into a silver skin
mirroring the Milky Way
are the buildings that made the planet great.
It looks so big in the cupping hands
but it is really small compared
to the life it once contained.
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I'm far away from where I've started. Not so long I was broken hearted. Wherever I go your love will follow.With my open heart nothing will be hollow
