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 Jun 2019 Dana
FrankieM
Half Fool
 Jun 2019 Dana
FrankieM
I can only pour so much
Of myself into you
You say I'm half empty
I say I'm half full

It's hard to stay gentle
When you've been so cruel
I say I'm in love
You say I'm a fool
 Apr 2019 Dana
Evan Stephens
Sevens
 Apr 2019 Dana
Evan Stephens
I speak
& dice
roll on
my tongue.

I move
to kiss
you
& my
mouth
is filled
with
sevens,
sevens,
sevens.
 Apr 2019 Dana
badtaste
blank melody
 Apr 2019 Dana
badtaste
he's trying to fix his guitar, all he has is a string
he's trying to fix his marriage, all he has is a ring
and she's hugging on the man infested with acid
trying to keep all his ducks in his basket
meanwhile the chief faces evil disguised as a faker
the truth is written on the man made from paper
edit: first line "shoes" to "guitar"
 Apr 2019 Dana
Evan Stephens
My voice
enters
the air
as I speak
to her,
delves
there
in purrs
of wind.

If I am
silent,
and she
is sleeping,
the air
stutters
a little
as it speaks
its own name.

In the
language
that sails
the lung,
it whispers
about her.

In the
night,
the air
grasps
at cigarette
smoke
with
fingers
small
as a
hush.

It lurches
toward
the branch
of moon.
My father's
grave
is hidden
in the air.

The air,
the air
hangs
between us,
lithe and
endless,
almost
invisible.

When she
pauses for
breath,
the air
offers itself
in sweet
bursts.

In mist
and fog,
it learns
to kiss.

When she
speaks,
the air
is filigree,
like the
small laces
of a tree
in bloom.
Shells of joy open
To reveal pearls of sorrow
Formed from sands of truth
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