Lichen
Leave me where you left me,lick like-minded lichen off the ground. Be glad even when bereft,be glad with what you have
Poems
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Witless Whitney
witless Whitney is over the moonshe’s found someone else to clean her roomshe’d prefer to lean backso cut her some slackwitless Whitney whistles a tune
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You’re Late
she couldn’t hear me over theslamming of my hands againstthe cardboard fort I made orthe song I overplayed what’s this?you’re late.you should’ve arrived long agowhen we needed you, but no.you’re late.you should’ve been here ages ago,but now,our wages are low and the going’s slowso grab your coat, it’s time to go she couldn’t hear me…
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Slithering Snakes
Slithering snakes cut the clothI add their blood to the brothFake it till you make it, face down in the sludgeShove all you want, it won’t budge
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The Soap in Your Eyes
Do you remember what it was like to be small?Brave enough to have cried about the soap in your eyesBut you gave it all up to grow tall And do you remember the words we exchanged?Put your best foot forwardNothing lost, nothing gained Do you remember what it was like to be small?Scared of the…
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Refrigeration Bed
It was a tough timeand things like theRefrigeration Bedhadn’t been invented yetBut silos rose over the horizonSmokestacks towered in the surroundingsMagnetized machineheads whirredPistons pumped, rubber burnedand so much was learned
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Forbidden
superimposed on a sunlit streetsneaking out backfor a moonlit meetit’s been forbidden, but it’s under controlkeep it to yourself,you’ve been warned and told
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Self-Involved
O the gallto be self-involvedso unevolvedfocused on the riseand not the fallstand tall, shoot lowit’s water off your backall in all, it’s alljust that
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Gritted Teeth
gritted teeth and white knucklessmall ripples in big puddlescold winds and astral shineprojecting your feelings onto minebeauty in everywhere you lookone day you’ll let me off the hookbe the brave targets of hatebe what they use to dig your gravestay up late when you’re laid down heavyclose your eyes and it’s morning alreadytime to leave,…
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Lost Lighters
I think I’ll goto where lost lighters and opened locks live