gaspar-valdez - Hello Poetry

I left her to a diminutive moon To those doleful hounds of Spring To their arms like the blue hissing of flames Groping at her lover's body Their fingers tearing at her like sharpened teeth

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC

gaspar-valdez

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I left her to a diminutive moon To those doleful hounds of Spring To their arms like the blue hissing of flames Groping at her lover's body Their fingers tearing at her like sharpened teeth

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My girl My girl My one & only darling girl Dig your heels in the ground & hang your head like an awning Rejoice! God loves everyone— Maybe even you. But as for me: I would rather cut my hands off & feed them to the dogs Than share your bed again.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC

gaspar-valdez

Even You

My girl My girl My one & only darling girl Dig your heels in the ground & hang your head like an awning Rejoice! God loves everyone— Maybe even you. But as for me: I would rather cut my hands off & feed them to the dogs Than share your bed again.

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It was Spring then When you were kicking Up from the bed Contiguous to my face 3 years & 16 days since You buried our sweet baby In a womb for worms

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC

gaspar-valdez

From My Bed, You Were (Kicking)

It was Spring then When you were kicking Up from the bed Contiguous to my face 3 years & 16 days since You buried our sweet baby In a womb for worms

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Tonight The air is ******* its cheeks & surgical-- Whilst I walk through the tufts of mottled grass Fetishizing stage mothers falling on kitchen knives & school girls wearing **** whistles around their necks like charms & at 11:26 it comes on to me In the choking on discussions of Muted liberties— Civil duties— Toothless ethics— & the sleight given upper hands & now they glass me real good Looking to me for my rebuttal But it is now taut around my throat Taking hold like a drunken uncle For all the times I stuck my neck out on the line & it happens like this most every time In moments so gentle, so tranquil The kind that only the sting of a horsefly Or the discovery of a tumor could tamper with & I am left filled with a love so grandiose So indescribable— That my heart swells & threatens to burst & if they could hear me mutter just that Then maybe this wouldn't be such a bad way to go at all

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC

gaspar-valdez

Tonight (I Died)

Tonight The air is ******* its cheeks & surgical-- Whilst I walk through the tufts of mottled grass Fetishizing stage mothers falling on kitchen knives & school girls wearing **** whistles around their necks like charms & at 11:26 it comes on to me In the choking on discussions of Muted liberties— Civil duties— Toothless ethics— & the sleight given upper hands & now they glass me real good Looking to me for my rebuttal But it is now taut around my throat Taking hold like a drunken uncle For all the times I stuck my neck out on the line & it happens like this most every time In moments so gentle, so tranquil The kind that only the sting of a horsefly Or the discovery of a tumor could tamper with & I am left filled with a love so grandiose So indescribable— That my heart swells & threatens to burst & if they could hear me mutter just that Then maybe this wouldn't be such a bad way to go at all

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