There Is Nothing Like
This In The World
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The faces seem painted again,
Clothes and all…well..
Adjusted and waiting.
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Seek out ultimate sin in Sinless City.
Or go away quietly.
There is nothing left for you
Where the flat-lands meet the mountains.
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
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They emanate from big beautiful brown eyes.
Innocent eyes that have seen too much,
and want answers. Eyes that beg to relax during sleep.
He has my eyes.
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I watch the fluid motion of
calamari dipped in marinara
and remember when
others watched
his every move too,
for many reasons.
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Comments OffI am not insensitive to the honor of having had
the opportunity to receive and give love.
Comments OffAn endless twenty questions, and it is his turn.
How many times will his world
dismantle and decay
until the rapid cycling nothing
is rejuvenated – starts up again ?
Comments OffThe poetry book falls, slow motion to the floor
and I take cover anticipating the ensuing
explosion of words, and wisdom
destined to be shrapnel to my soul.
Knowing nothing of modern literary warfare,
I jump under the table onto the shards of my life.
Broken dreams, shattered visions-
cutting me to the core.
This is where the …
Comments Offmy head is a time machine
my body is a time bomb
what keeps the pressure building?