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a five line ode to my poetry index.
a modern day view of the second-class carriage (or, weekdays). a quick memoir of september the eighth. a thousand witnesses. an eon and a day. banishment. belief and other such musings. blue period. considering your character. contemporary gipsy (a hippy love story). crazy music. envy. first cigarette. greyhound on 85th. gridlock. in short, september 13th. julie plays the hero. last cigarette, for terry olynik. my pathetic secret. my thalidomide baby. ode to communication. ode to giovanni lee alvarez (or, disenchanted). ode to the tough guy. passagers. sometimes, her name was. the seven minutes of sunrise (or, infatuation). the truth about him and i. you, lost. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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upon returning to your home (once banished, still banished, but returned), a familiar face clouded by conflicting histories, cracked by saddened smile like sunshine and his arms thrown wide. but he's not your lover, no, he's not your guy, he's not the kind to ponder nor the kind to question why, and your eyes scan the horizon for the man that you adore, than the face that you abhor, what is God fighting for, besides good-bye? and he's bound by higher futility (once broken, once beaten, now returnd), and locked within a stronghold held by false idols, false ideals, and saved by mere memory. but he's not your player, no, ne's not your king, he's not the kind to fight in wars, nor the kind to win, and you love him more than vainly spoken words can say, than the Lord can lead astray, than the general can march away, to battle in Berlin. |