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You picked me off of the damped earth,

dusted leaves and years of dust away,

sealed my cracks with kisses and tape of woven eyelashes.



I was afraid,

but I wanted to love you too.

So I said I would love you,

no, i promised.


That I would love you if you promised me this --

that you would never, ever leave.




your fingers were crossed.
 Oct 2012 Bruce Mackintosh
Ajay
Gradually
gravitate me
towards your
center of mass,
pumping my
potent life fluid vectors
at disorienting
angles.
You were composed of dark liquor,
I said give me your best shot.
You put me on my bathroom floor,
Now all I want is a six pack and a pretty smile.
Who are you?
the one with the red eyes and devil face
rummaging through my storage
and picking up all that needs to be kept
what are you doing?
with all my baggage and up tight memories locked inside your box.
how is this happening?
the eviction of my opinions purely upon command.
Woman, stop talking to yourself.
eyes hurt
pained from the sight
ears feel
motives of humanity
skin grooves
on wood with no grains
nose tastes
the smog of future endeavors
mind asks
if any of these have made us better
Made by wins
Created by loses
Crafted by upsets
Molded by shoutouts
Supported by accoplishments,
Always shot down by a lack of originality.
Swirls his coffee up close
Hat cocked, smile tilted
Black & White
Tapped her fingers one by one
Upset, red lipstick
Heavy conversation...
4am tends to bring you that
She keeps getting lost in thoughts
He just orders pie
Scribbles on his check
Tells the waitress a whisper quite too loud
Engine start up heard from back door
I've lost him once again.
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