K. Louis
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EchoesA Poem by K. LouisIn the silence of night I look in the mirrorto find the ghost of me,shattered.who are you and where are you going?the veil between‘what was&rsqu.. |
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Transitory MuseA Poem by K. LouisThe land is sun drenchedand the clouds a reminderyou cant force a line.I thought about you at the station,your book of poetry and thatold worn out pen.. |
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Lost TimeA Poem by K. LouisA few weeks ago, I “hung out” drunken and smoking the white widow into the wee hours of the night, sleeping on someone else's bed. G.. |
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Dis/integrationA Poem by K. LouisThe tree bent toward Mt. Diablo howlswith spiny skeleton claws reaching toward the evening passion fruit sky. |
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RemainsA Poem by K. LouisTen years ago I wrote my truthin blood across the stale white pageI talked of killing dad with plasticknives and birds that probably meantlove or deat.. |
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Gray DaysA Poem by K. LouisAnother day passes bylistless as I am wordless gloomy, the clouds blanketthe day and I beg for anything that might make meforget another day is passin.. |
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Lost PassionA Poem by K. Louisafter a momentblanksome thoughtshere and therelike wavesof chatter in the distanceblack coffee because you're not as energeticas you once werebut you .. |
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PiecesA Poem by K. LouisThe days before Christmas were blue with crispy air too shallow, I couldn’t think in anything but gray.nights at national were terrifying in a w.. |
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4 amA Poem by K. LouisI pulled a few poems out my belly today they were nude I stared at Picasso's Mediterranean landscape 1952 sharp edges turned into skullbut i thought a.. |
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ReflectionsA Poem by K. LouisWe went to El Yunque and took photos of the crooked forest on that rainy day in May.I still have the mosaic in my head,how well you worked with brok.. |
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