Honeyed pineapple, sweet cherries, orange peels and cold beer The smell of your sweat trickles…
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Have you ever tried to repair broken porcelain? Glue gun in hand Licking the curve…
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Darkness spent all day polishing his weapons, waiting til nightfall, when he pours liquid gold…
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First I saw her walk away head held high, kicking roses, whispering “dreamers often lie…”…
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It was never you it was chaos. Luscious calamity, deliberate irresponsibility, coveted freedom, dry humor,…
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Glazed eyes in a Brooklyn oasis your cold fingertips brushed lightly across the warm skin…
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When I speak I am not afraid my eyes have spoken instead of my lips.…
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Goat’s wool painted navy blue brushing to and fro against soft caramel skin. Why wear…
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With every passing hour I come to realize that I am not looking to involve…
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Staring out the window of the Metro North Watching the world outside run Backwards Sitting…
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She caught me writing silly lines, lines that mirror the wrinkles on my knees. Lines…
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“He’s so charming,” Anna said as he walked away. Tell me about it. He has…
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I just finished my first Bukowski book You Get So Alone At Times That It…
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This young brunette was sitting a couple of tables away from me at a local…
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There’s really nothing worse than a disappointing meal on a rainy National Wine Day who’s…
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I don’t remember writing my first poem but I know I can’t go a day…
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You know the going is getting tough when you walk into your apartment and head…
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I could use a love song to help wash this third cup of coffee down.…
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My readers ask for more. They want to feel the light and the darkness I…
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I get lost in my mind. Whisperings in languages I do not understand And I…
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Men will never understand How tainted intimacy feels When they do not reach out The…
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Perhaps you decided to test my mother’s Theory Ten days to rid a bad habit…
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I want to lay my head on your shoulder And plan trips we will never…
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Life isn’t about what happens It’s about how you respond. Chaos isn’t about chaos It’s…
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This summer breeze has me feeling Like a million dollar bill This cigarette found its…
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She keeps my glass half full With tequila and lime juice She gives me all…
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And on the third day I sat on my mother’s sofa Listening to Shag Rock…
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The imperfect astonishes and lures. She is everything All at once And all too much…
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She looked flustered and confused When she walked in the house, Lowering her eyes and…
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I see the entire universe When I look in her eyes: Planets we are yet…
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Is the soul hard like iron Or is it flexible like the wings of this…
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Run to my side and bury your face Underneath my pillow, Breathe softly before you…
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With thirty minutes to spare I walked over an avenue to Lucy’s Cantina Straight…
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Put your arms around me baby, Dance a little weirder tonight. You’ve got me hostage……
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Thin fingers wrapped around A glass of Macallan Purple kush cloud minded Certain, uncertainty, undefined…
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Maybe I am going crazy But these poems are drowning The top of my head,…
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“Sophie?” “Charles.” “Do you remember when I took you to read your first poem at…
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All these moments might just find their way Into my dreams tonight. Under the moonlight…
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What is love in crowded places? Bags, headphones, tears streaming down a child’s face The…
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Every town Has a golden boy Sitting on his stoop in blue jeans Sipping a…