Qualified

Qualified

A Poem by Jean-Pierre Garcia

You're slipping through my eyes-
I'm a heartbroken fool full of loving you.
I could have you
You have me already
amber-grey soft
black, red, and smiling faintly
You refuse what is happening
You can't. You just can't
the grip is sliding down a laugh
You kill me with with those pupils
the way you pull your hair over your face
as if you want to chew but decide against it
instead-its an improvisational mustache
You're boyfriend once said something like that,
I didn't mean to
but I wouldn't mind the job

© 2010 Jean-Pierre Garcia


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Jean-Pierre Garcia
Jean-Pierre Garcia

Seattle, WA



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I'm a gnomic meanderer. I have just the right amount of neuroticism to lock myself in my room to write, but somehow have faked myself out of it by writing on the go or for the student newspaper I wo.. more..

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