Jacob L. Moeller
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Search and RescueA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerWe will find you fickle friend where the grass parts ways for snakes and where wea.. |
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LinesA Poem by Jacob L. Moellerhands meant for crayons and other hands are made to cradle pistols in graveyards haunted by nursery rhym.. |
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HereA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerA tired neon sign flickers OPEN�" the cigarette butts still smoking act as signal fires fo.. |
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Baby BlueA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerA daughter's dance on daddy's toes shows no one knows the steps like she does. She’s been.. |
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Battle WoundsA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerYou wear the word forgiveness on your chestin thick black ink.When I ask if it ever hurts,you say only when you forget.The world has taught you.. |
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9/11 is a word now.A Poem by Jacob L. MoellerChildren huddle in frontof glowing TV boxesand are told to prayby pale godless peoplethat look like cigarettes. Hatred is hard to comprehendat this ag.. |
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Tap ShoesA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerI want to put my pen to your paperand make words with you.Bursting from the bottoms of my bootstraps,and flapping like the bats that live in my.. |
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The PawnbrokerA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerThe old pawnbroker rarely stopped drinking. He'd get to the bottomof a bottleand break it. He fiddled with forgotten wedding rings-collecting limp han.. |
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SleepoverA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerI can tell you the sound a heart makes as it's breaking.I can tell you what it's like to find light in the eyes of a child.I can tell you the d.. |
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Split FenceA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerImagine:Dreams and Deception pitching tents-riding the fence that splits the differencebetween you and me. The grass has grown too greenand the sky to.. |
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