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A poem is like
A piece of wood.
It can be ripped,
Chopped,
Shaped,
Sanded for smoothness.
Sometimes you nail it;
And it can stick like glue.
You can drill a hole
Right through it,
It might bore one
Through you.
It can get under your skin.
But when it's cut
Against the grain,
It should be read again.
Kindness is the very best currency, my father once said;
So I gave them the directions to my local church
and the highwayman shot me in the head because
your money or your life.
Work your fingers to the bone
for the face in the mirror
now watch it laugh -
your photograph
is of the face in the mirror
now smash the glass -
poison gas
from the face in the mirror
take up the phone -
all alone
but for the face in the mirror now
*dial the wolf.
Based on A Wolf at the Door by Radiohead
I knew you just once
and in that once I knew that I knew you
like leaves know the ground
I knew you
like the humming bird knows the sky
I knew you
and that once was enough
to let me know that
I knew you and
*******
I could have known you so much more
I'm writing love letters to the dead
not because you're dead but
because I'm never going to see you again
and that's as good as dead
I guess
I suppose
I sort of
kind of
hope.
I love the way you make me hate you.
I hate the foolish way it makes me love you.
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Every day you take a stroll at 6pm inside my brain
stomping on all my emotions and not looking where you're going.
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