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Mar 2019 · 312
Thaming Myself
Blake Henningsen Mar 2019
Lying on the rare
Psychedelic river named
Thames, I wept for life.

My mother called last
Night. She said Thames messes with
You, causes cancer.

She suffered from renal
Failure, after doing the same.
That is why I wept.

The cool, brown water
Washed over me. It rinsed my mind.
It tames me from me.

Revelation strikes
My heart, maybe I should leave
And never look back.
Mar 2019 · 271
Green Henley
Blake Henningsen Mar 2019
The boy with the green henley, I’m in lust
And I must tell this story of the first day.
The beaming sun, the grass full of distrust
That first day was perfect and all of play -
Leaning over each other, talking of class
And of past fancies, our favorite candies
And we both know who has the roundest ***
I put on a little Daft Punk, dancies
Together - while, the sun left for the moon,
darkening the sky, pulling the two of
Us - with dinner and a second date soon
The two of us, snug as an older glove.
Closer now, the boy with the laugh like bells -
He won’t ever give me visions of all of the hells.

— The End —