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Consummation
Walking up to your door in the middle of the night
Gripping the knife in my pocket and pulling my hat down over my eyes
I knock on the door and...
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Poem 05
You're so far away now,
I just don't see why,
You never say hi,
To me anymore,
Oh well,
I guess you just don't see,
What you have done to...
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Tiger
Small tiger hunting,
there in a backyard jungle,
catching the fierce...
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Poem 04
Yet again another day passes,
You still ignore me,
You still hate me,
Everytime I see you smiling,
It burns an everlasting hole
Deep in my...
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As i lay me down to sleep
As I lay me down to sleep reality fades into a distant dream
I close my eyes in hope i will be granted peace
The love and desire I have for...
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11/18/2009
I swear you're only trying to hurt me,
I swear you hate me down to the bone,
Up until you see me and change my thoughts around,
You give me your...
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sven seven one five
i think of us like vectors and smashed verses
bent but not broken into question mark shapes
your inquiries pointed and steel like
stakes and...
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Shorts
In my blindness,
I can only love John
as a series of abstractions
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take the moon
between my thumb and forefinger
and snuff it...
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The Art of Patience
I soaked up the drama, wrote like a playwright
Gravesig burned and I exit, stage right
Stagefright gripped and I took my cue,
Gave lines to an...
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words can't be dirty.
her dreamstuff is a montage of mundane
striking matches and
hand washing and
the buttering of bread
the crack of the windowsill was exhausted...
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