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inspired by Marcie Shepherd's "the self is as self does"
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Too Long
in a
drawer of my heart,
a keepsake thought of
you,
the blaze in your eyes
on a silver chain of
memory
th..
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The organ's Tune
heart
throb
heart throbs
throbs in affection,
throbs in longing
throbs in missing
and then in pain,
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Capital Punishment
the
mall tree was electrocuted
and Christmas Eve died
in the chair of commercialism
the lights dimmed,
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it wasn't really like it
was, was it?
the far
away little boy
in the City of paradox,
the country within the
hot asphalt heart..
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out and in
echoes of all the you's
that once were part of an "us"
dim morning light
thoughts of moons removed
clouds, t..
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Epilogue
sometimes i think all those sweet nothings
you whispered my way,
were simply asides to the play,
and what i thought was..
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Tender Time Bombs
simultaneous
shattering
shell-shocked hearts
cracks in the cups of
morning
a.m. explosions,
somet..
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"of" something
blank
flights of fantasy
the back story of my
life
in lieu of languid tales
of the neighborhood of
growth
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Selling Back the Used Text
the
bruise on my ear
from the slap of your
words,
the stinging drum,
my heart beats a little
s..
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