37

37

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe
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Number 37 of The Knockout

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The is me
Whoa
Kind of like surfers say
I cannot
Never tried
Not the American spirit
Are you a
Latvian dignitary?
Potato pancakes minus the starch
Wash and pressed
Dry clean only jackets
Single use
A bit too obtuse but we can work with this
When it comes to shaping vision foresight is 60/40
Forceps are singular pair
Au gratin
Cheese gravy
You crazy man said in an accent
Except mother tongue in muscle memory
It is a matter or delivery
Ship this c**k and balls
Creepy crawlers
Trollers and trolls
Water under the bridge if you know what I mean
Grating
Healed by the skin of your teeth
Cellophane
Our trust in our transparency

© 2013 CharlyeMonroe


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Added on January 14, 2013
Last Updated on January 14, 2013
Tags: The Knockouts, Poetry, Love, Beat, Travel, Distance, Regret, Sorrow, Political, Biographical, Meta, Stream, Conscious, Free, Verse

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CharlyeMonroe
CharlyeMonroe

San Francisco, CA



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Writer/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..

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