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Oct 2018 devi

L B

I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
noting
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
it leaves
them
on its invisible way

Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to release
the afternoon
to evening—
an artless
emptying
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down

“You know,
in that low spot
out there...?”
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?

They take heart
out
divide it by energy
for sadness—
I haven't got

Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands

...and I never got dressed today

6-12-18

Oct 2018 devi

Starkeeper

Oct 2018 devi

Starkeeper

You're eyes glow with a sparkle more rare than the shine of pure emerald glittering in the warmth of the sun's rays.

You're hair rides the tides of the breeze like the waves on a beach flowing in the presence of you're beauty.

With a beauty that cannot be described by the way of words and that can only be upheld next to the pure heart that rests beating softly behind you're chest.

Seemingly controlled by you're smile I find myself with a grin whenever you enter my mind.

I ask that you observe these words from the heart as you would the star filled sky, for that is where they have come from.
From the heart and not from the mind.

I am the star keeper
That sees far and wide
For I see you
The brightest star in the sky

Oct 2018 devi

Her.

Oct 2018 devi

Lemonade

Her.

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

#her #she #woman #happy #end #story #tale #poem #poet #poetry

Oct 2018 devi

To The Whore Who Took My Poems

Oct 2018 devi

Charles Bukowski

To The ***** Who Took My Poems

some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and ****** and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

Oct 2018 devi

Procastination

Oct 2018 devi

DSD

Procastination

All year long
I procrastinate
until the cold
December air
is dense with the cries
of these neglected tasks

But the beginning
of a new year is light.
So much room
to push stuff back
to a later date.
A perfect time to write.