to shame the loneliness
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kingez in
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December 28, 2011 |
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I drink a bitter coffee
black, the way I wish
two days old, I drink it cold
to shame the loneliness
I eat a pickled sausage
not even on a dish
in a robe, no one to scold
to shame the loneliness
I watch the television
blank, and pictureless
I sit and stare, who would care
to shame the loneliness
I sleep like in a coffin
dreaming of a kiss
in my clothes, shoes and soles
to shame the...
Poem: Tangled Little Hearts
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kingez in
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December 6, 2011 |
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My hope for old
when floors are cold
we lay with no regret
like blowing trees
arms and knees
tangled tide of sweat
when all would think
the sun has drank
all passion from the breast
our secret soul
still sexual
put weary bones to test
grandchildren laugh
we take a bath
and tell them not to listen
they’ll roll their eyes
and act surprised
when wrinkled folks are kiss’n
you’ll...
poem: The softest part of a woman
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kingez in
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December 4, 2011 |
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The softest part of a woman
Is not where you may think
Behind the ears
in the mouth
or lips of petal pink
inside the knee
inner thigh
you still have not to find
the tender place…it’s not her face
or curve against the spine
her finger tips bloom of hips
the nipple, or the eyes
beneath the breast
just a test
to know you really tried
a trick you say!
if not the cradled
skin between...
Poem: Except in Youth
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kingez in
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October 6, 2011 |
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sad and loney
sure you wouldn’t know
falling here then apart
It’s time for you to go
heavens dark days
You? stick around?
When I need a friend
Your never found
the wine is flowwing
oh there you are
the sun in blaze
your never far
money? creative light?
that’s your thing.
when i’m drying up
a phone forever rings.
sure you’ll give a call
when near my deadly...
Poem: We’re Manic!
We’re Manic. Depression? Still in question Not for me My mother knows, I sleep, in shoes dirty clothes with lithium bottles strewn I chain myself in working panic She’s Manic She talks at speed too fast for God’s Prayer to read Excited, beyond the force - Indeed we’re manic compulsively freePoem: What Can I Say?
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September 22, 2011 |
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What can I say to heal this break
in skin tender hearts that ache
I love you gently? or forgive a fool?
what can I say to drown this pool
of raging water without a dam
words are waisted in your hand
what can I say to turn again
back to where we first begin
side to side quivering souls
lost in dreams of how it will go
what can I say, it's all been said
heal this tear cross our bed
sorry?...
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