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SLAMMED
SLAMMED I was slammed by a gang of poets Stressed Alliterated Obliterated Anagrams flew Nine thumps- punishments As Virgil kept time to the beat poetry I was tortured by metaphors Beaten like a dead horse The sagas of palindromes The … Continue reading
HAG
Your love was a phantom hag suffocating me with its weight I couldn’t move or scream I was paralyzed Your love was a shadowy figure lurking in the corners watching moaning rattling my chains I exorcised you Now you haunt … Continue reading
HOW TO FIX A BROKEN HEART. I know you’ll deny it but I watched you knock it off its pedestal Now my heart lay in pieces on the ground I’m not shocked to find yours intact a scuff mark maybe … Continue reading
CEMETERY LIFE
CEMETERY LIFE I live my life in cemeteries names and dates- cold grave stone A wilted rose, a ribbon fades Here I kneel on my own I live my life in cemeteries candles burn and shadows thrown Pinwheels spinning in … Continue reading
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Tagged atone, cemetery, ghost, grave stone, past, poem, Poetry, regret
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SCENT MEMORY
SCENT MEMORY The scent of sweet peas through an open window or when I put cocoa butter on A watercolor sunset in the summer on a beach at Rincon A dozen red and yellow roses because I’m your lover and … Continue reading
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Tagged bacon, flowers, hospital, leather, LOVE, memory, Poetry, smell
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SHE IS GRAY
SHE IS GRAY She was always monotone gray slate gainsboro When she is near I feel the need of a shawl My vibrant colors startle her So she retreats She has asked me to hide my reds my greens my … Continue reading
SHARDS
Love, 20 years long, waning. Love, golden rings wearing thin. “A whore in the sheets.” that’s what he said he wanted. He’d spit and say, “But you’re too Catholic.” He made love to mirrors like Narcissi Bathroom mirrors, vanity mirrors, … Continue reading