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HandbagA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierHandbag “An empire For an apple!” he’d shout. I didn’t know what he meant by that, still don’t. His voice .. |
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ApplesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierApples Needing a place to hang my head, walking along main street downtown. A reprise, as the sun climbs over dirty feet. And I, look.. |
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Paper CupA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPaper Cup Looking into clocks out of frustration, drinking beer from a wine glass, torture; from the bottom of a paper cup. The cloudy re.. |
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AloneA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAlone I feel like I felt when I was young, alone, staring out the window at a cool blue sky, thinking that reality is as thin as a pane of g.. |
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Bad FaithA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBad Faith Sometimes I wish that the breath would leave, my body. Surrounded by quiet contemplation, I have discovered trepidation; wiltin.. |
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The WallA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierThe Wall I never had a chance, left in the bucket of a driveway in the suburbs. Looking west through blue ocean eyes, telling secrets to .. |
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Above AverageA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierAbove Average There is a passion in the pudding, looking out windows when there is no smell to the air, she sits in cool contemplation. Av.. |
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PacificA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPacific By the scattered sun of foggy San Diego mornings, perplexed in the most obvious of delights, watching the seagulls pick bread, from .. |
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ForwardsA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierForwards Looking up I think of water, not a drop to drink, yet filling my every glass. And in foolish reflections, I've gone and done it .. |
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BusA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBus Sitting in cool reflections, testing the warmth of the sun, downtown. Optimistic, as the birds feed on the trash in the streets, o.. |
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100 TimesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier100 Times Rattled withdire emotions,the wolfand the bull,blisteringthe brain.Setting in motionthe making of plans,escalating events,to a conclusionmo.. |
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Old InkA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOld Ink Oblivious in her nature, she can stand in the circles of the sun. Naked in the way she thinks about politics, reading newspapers, .. |
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EverydayA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierEveryday Remorse, and strong feelings of regret, I have thrown myself down the stairwell, again. In hopes of mending fences, I have burnt.. |
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SandA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierSand I write because I write, she thought, in a round about sort of way, and jotted something down on paper. Her beer cold, and over ice,.. |
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Open SpacesA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierOpen Spaces It looks like I've been outed. In the evening while sipping coffee, I got the news. And thinking about hiding in a hole. I.. |
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WaterA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWater Illumination in a breadbasket, and I stole away, with forever in my hands, walking away with whiskey. Another gloomy day at the beach,.. |
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Window ShoppingA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWindow Shopping Hypocritical, like the falling of the dove, a tried and true revelation; sometimes in summer time, lost in the fold. Beate.. |
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PaperA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierPaper Always falling backwards, enough to lose my breath, and in the pain of life, I find an apprehensive truth. Looking through cheap li.. |
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Bird CageA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierBird Cage Walking backwards, in grains of sand, endlessly looking for just the rite reasons, settled, in bottles of fine wine. Slipping on .. |
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WonderlandA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierWonderland In walking downunexpected paths,a sound songof revelations.And in the silhouette of the sun,transition,from meaningful misfortune.The know.. |
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