Jack Joseph
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LemonadeA Poem by Jack JosephSensuality and sinister foreboding-sensations, almost audiblethrough bone and blood.Cracking and creaking,each rib snapping into a new positionprotect.. |
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Good MorningA Poem by Jack JosephSharing a bed-kids have it rightwe mucked it up.Friendship and support,linen forts and secret missionsNothing felt better than crying;camped out in a .. |
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Nothing to do with CookingA Poem by Jack JosephDreaming of a meal,wrapped in paper and stringwaiting for the love and flamethat would come, once a familiar handpulls the door open and the light com.. |
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Coffee RunA Poem by Jack JosephBob Dylan is giving me a dirty look something about me being a wimp. I just wanted a cup of joe a couple of sugars and a nice walk but he look.. |
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The Last WordA Poem by Jack JosephPiles of books looks from ghosts the toast of literature staring forward waiting breathless for the next last word old wood creaks between vo.. |
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Snare and PianoA Poem by Jack JosephThree Separate pieces; jazz influenced. |
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In my Mind, on my feet, then from my heart.A Poem by Jack JosephThree Separate Poems. |
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Waiting for the fall.A Poem by Jack JosephAn older piece of mine, from a July posting @ www.sleeplessjack.blogspot.com |
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Introspective; shakenA Poem by Jack JosephFive separate poems. |
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I hope I don\'t fall in love with you.A Poem by Jack JosephI hate hearing that men lack the ability to love She told me that men think that love is cute and useless; that sex is the only gain we hav.. |
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