Tilling
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Making It Make SenseA Poem by TillingRemember I was praying barefoot on the boulevard,throwing shoes at passersby, dumping garbage in the street.Crazy, those tricks off Santa Monica, they.. |
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Track GearA Poem by TillingI used to wear only track gear.Clothes I found discarded along railroad tracks.Clothes preferably discarded for upwards of years.What wasn't folded ov.. |
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Somewhat Small AnnoyancesA Poem by TillingI've been given great lengths of ropein this life. More than mostknow exist. I was asked to give upmy name in exchange for another;a different life.I .. |
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Jesus Would Ride FreightA Poem by TillingGod would send me sometimesboxcars to ride.I know.I would hop up toclimb inside.At times so coldI would cover upeven with lumber.Thank you so much,I l.. |
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Little LoveA Poem by TillingI lived on freight trains,ate out of garbage cans,and sold my body in three different states.I used to run for funwhen I had tothrow tantrums on corne.. |
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Tom's Two SeasonsA Poem by TillingDuring the dry of winter,opening with simple care,the halls echo quiet as he keys each darkened room door.Things are sure to change in August’s .. |