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 Nov 2016 Joshua Dougan
CE Green
Current as of late
Eulogized confederacy
Expunge and exude, you're halfway there.
The halfway dream, the imagination stampede.

Chamomile stasis, dot the I's
Date the wine bottles
Fir Green: come like you are now.

Get in bed with the frienemy
The curtain show invokes hubris
Endothermic and cunning.
 Aug 2014 Joshua Dougan
Paragon
How wonderfully mysterious the life is
A beautiful architecture,a puzzle,a bliss

I am a composer trying to write his song
But half of me is missing,
Surrounded by the crowd i still feel alone

I feel incomplete,my melody is scarce
I am drowning into notes to which i divorce

My other half...
I wish i knew how she looks like,
I wish i knew where her presence resides
But my soul is still rummaging...

It remains just the desire that deep inside me hides
 Dec 2013 Joshua Dougan
Simpleton
Chin wagging about me
A red tongue and 32 teeth
With nothing better to do
My first haiku
 Jul 2013 Joshua Dougan
Ugo
In the burning right hand of the bald city,
denizens frame calories and count instagram blessings
while beacons of hope refund inspiration in USADA *** cups.

Abyssinian maids wail over yesterday lovers
who wore Ginsberg’s skirt with less  pizzazz
and watched bedbugs **** blood off knee caps
wondering, what if Jesus Christ drove a Nissan?

As bullets of paragraphs fall Vietnamese pesticides on my head,
The dusts off my breath sing homilies
With letters of broken leather whiskey,
For even in the most dishonest jest,
clandestine toothbrushes are overrated
and every first false lie is the only truth.
 May 2013 Joshua Dougan
bambi
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 May 2013 Joshua Dougan
bambi
Your eye
is the single thing.

I will fill it
with summer weeds
little stalks
no wrinkles
weighed with rain, like lungs of June.

I will fill it
with the hush of grass
swollen
with sun
your quiet lips like prayers, on my tongue.

You must never meet
puckered soil
wasted stems
no sickness
in this summer age.

Your eye will never fill
with these
trembling
wringing hands--
this ceiling without a star.

I will care for you.
 May 2013 Joshua Dougan
els
Is this what it feels like to be,
what they call,
"hanging on by a thread"?
Tenaciously clinging to some faint hope that you still want me?
My raw parts?
My shattered self?
I am grasping for
some inkling,
some sign,
some act that will show you still care.
You have left me completely numb and without good reason.
Good Morning World, I See You Haven't Changed,

I See Your Skies Do Not Offer Blue This Morning,

And Your Pavements Are Cold And Grey,

Good Afternoon Heart, I See You Are Heavy,

I See You Are Dragging, Just Like Everyday,

I See Butterflies No Longer Kiss You,

Good Evening Sunset, I See You Are The Same,

Opening The Gate For The Stars To Shine,

Whispering The Day Gone,

Good Night Milky Way, I See You Still Loom,

I See You Are Still The One Who Harbors The Angels,

Who Have Given Me The Kiss Of Sleep,

Good Morning World....
I Am Happy As Can Be! Just Thought This'd Be A Cool Write:)
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