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“Serving size: two slices”—
Should’ve fried three.
Not enough bacon in my BLT.
Refrain for a lament: “Sandwich Fail:”
10 Monday Sep 2012
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expect for someone
09 Sunday Sep 2012
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It’s nights like this
I am thankful
Cool crisp air,
the sound of crickets
and frogs and a sky
full of stars
more that could I ask for,
expect for someone
to share it
progression of seasons
08 Saturday Sep 2012
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The scent of old rain rising
from the soaked Earth, the sunshine
cloaked behind a thick layer of clouds, the broken
promises of a never-ending Summer, proving once
again the slow progression of the seasons
inseparable from our own
faultless mortality…
It smells like Autumn today;
that melancholy limbo between
the extremities of life and death.
You will be reborn
07 Friday Sep 2012
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compassion, kindness,
sense of humor, intelligence, and sanity
are things that I had to teach myself
I am wild
I shake, I cry,
I vomit, I clench my teeth,
I sweat, I hug anyone
You will be reborn each time.)
I apologize
I am sobbing
Screaming.
I know that
I truly believe that
life is so beautiful
It crushes you.
I am a burden
“Poetry surrounds us everywhere,
Getting into Heaven is hard I hear.
People are talking.
They are saying that
I have lost it.
little philosophers
06 Thursday Sep 2012
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back in second grade
I really only had one friend.
Taylor. And me and Taylor
used to walk around the playground and
talk instead of play.
Like young little philosophers,
or now that I think of it,
prisoners of war
planning an escape.
kissing in the train
05 Wednesday Sep 2012
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One couple is kissing in the train.
Front seat of ours.
I can see his head,
her tongue,
her bracelet,
her hair,
his hand,
her knee,
and can hear
sound.
There is a dearth of classy synonyms for “kiss”
04 Tuesday Sep 2012
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I don’t require exemplary
financial power in my significant
other.
The admiration of your peers is not
necessary for my complete devotion.
Astrology is not
relevant when I consider
potential mates.
I simply desire
your attention
during any uncommitted areas of your schedule,
and your . . . . .
osculation.
Summer is NOT dead
03 Monday Sep 2012
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hey little mama,
I can transform ya,
I will be home-ah,
tomorrow night-ah.
We can hang out-ah,
all the time
-ah.
She is alive
02 Sunday Sep 2012
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She is alive
in the red cardinal that appeared
outside my mother’s house
the morning after we buried her,
peaceful
under an array
of yellow roses.
She carried me home
with the hawks
all the way back to Louisiana.
And I know I prayed for her
more than I’ve ever prayed
for anyone or anything;
I’ve wished on shooting stars
and passing hay bales
more than anything else
I could think to wish
She was.
you were meant
01 Saturday Sep 2012
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was music meant
to be
so beautiful?
if it was,
you were meant
to hear it.
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