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Rakha Sep 2015
you have garden of peonies on your eyes
and i have delayed kisses on my mind
Rakha Sep 2015
i have heard of how problematic you were in school
how pale and skinny you were
how you once tried to jump from the third floor

take this water
sleep
and dream of me
Rakha Sep 2015
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Rakha Sep 2015
Annie darling,

We may not be able to build the space ship you wanted
It's not that you weren't a good girl,
nor was it because you didn't pass the soccer trials

We may not also get you the hairpin you wanted,
the one encrusted in silver,
lined with satin
and chiseled by the finest sculptor

Once again, it wasn't because you forgot your homework
nor was it because you yelled at me


Annie darling,
We love you.

Just maybe not today.
  Sep 2015 Rakha
Hank Desroches
You've played marvelously.
You've been what I wanted.
You've maintained the perfect amount
of          disconnection
of          apathy
of          nonchalance
and       disinterest

And it has driven me mad.
I've been writing songs about you.
You've got me the perfect kind
of          obsessed
of          committed
of          infected
and       controlled

I mean, don't get me wrong:
My rhetoric gives the false impression
That I'm not enjoying this immensely.
It's been a long time since anyone moved like you.

I could accuse you of cheating
But only in embitterment
Only because I don't want to be drowned
In rules I don't remember.

There's something tragic here.
But it's the perfect kind
of          adversity
of          affliction
of          infelicity

Of tragedy.
Rakha Sep 2015
did you cry
when i choke life
and shove it down
to kneel before me
Rakha Sep 2015
I believe in redemption;
ten high-strung ******* in the air
raising flag of cold notices
and I realize that redemption was invited
so then leap us with our darlings
to the bunker where ****** lay cold
and new world heap stays
buried beneath our mother's armpits
that we left behind
for she had cold heart and warm skins
and we were still ungrateful, man

Just like our father, she said
with their flag raised of suspicion
and hatred in their eyes, reflected
but hatred itself is not enough and
it came closer by second
so we run to our shelter, stay low
and lay cold with our darlings
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