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some more poems
a few poems
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1/24/12
Remembrance
Chairlifts
Blue skies, white snow
Stories told, memories unfold
Water tower kisses, hearts fright
Rolling, beer bongs, pipes another night
School’s tango, salsa party
Letter’s answer’s no’s
How could I let the anger grow
Another chance, one more day in the snow
On the beach, un-leaked transcripts
Couldn’t revile insanity, misfits
Many words unread
Ghost of the mind, dread

1/25/12
Phone call from cell,
Out of jail.
Lessons taught,
He will listen not.
Blind to others fight,
Wants me to disrespect the night.

In the back of my mind,
Virus.
Gave him money,
Wireless.
Never again will I be burned,
Disrespect is all I have earned.

My own courts adjourned,
High treason, burn!
Bullets in the gun,
Laugh or cry, it’s all fun.
To hell I send you,
Help I’ll never give you.

Sitting in my room,
Together chemicals we brew.
Seen the sun set three times on the same day.
With all this anger my eyes turn grey.
Together the world can be ours,
Why did we have to cook it in these jars?

1/25/12b
Close my eyes see visions.
Learn from them, wisdom.
Don’t, ever speak nightmares.
Is it shock in your eyes or do you really care?

At a hospital,
Top floor, maternal.
Outside on a bike,
With people that I like.

Reading future and the past,
Sometimes it goes by too fast.
Night after night,
For weeks I lived this fright.

Back on two wheels,
Able to float over two hills.
Like a wizard I can paint,
A vision with no complaint.

Up the stairs,
Everything fairs.
Pull the curtain back,
Fuck you my baby is black.
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