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 Feb 2012 David Casas
Ginger Gray
You tuned my guitar all funny
I kept it that way
Saying "I like the way it sounds..."
And I do
But I mostly keep it this way because
I like to sit in my living room
And play my guitar tuned to F
And imaging you sitting here
Weeks before
In the same place
Playing the same guitar
The same way you like to tune it.
 Feb 2012 David Casas
Jae Elle
sun stayed close
today
I thrive on the first
day of the year
I can wear shorts outside
though it came a bit early this year
& I won't cross my fingers
for it to stay

the front porch step
offers little else than the
neighbor
trash-talking
on the other neighbors

everywhere I go at least
one more person
has lost the power to love

I should start making fliers
spread a little hope

but I'm no good with promises
& the cigarette butts she
flicks on my lawn
make me love her a lot less
too

these apartments are
non-smoking

none of us follow the rules here

I let the sun bake my bare legs
a bit more
the babe is trying to eat
dead leaves

I wonder where you
really are

& when you're coming home
 Feb 2012 David Casas
Jae Elle
on my better days I am
a gypsy songbird
addicted to
dying my hair unnatural
colors
wearing too much
jewelry
& swaying my hips to the
Counting Crows or
Queens of the Stone Age

on my scarier days I am
a modified hermit
addicted to
hard liquor and coffee
daydreaming about the things that
will never be mine
& blaring sad piano ballads
about rotten, undignified, but
true, true love

on my normal days
I am a mommy
my son will be a year old on
Sunday
& he is my entire soul
I am addicted to
his dimples
his laughter
& watching him sleep

if anyone were to
ever tell a tale of the
dear Latham girl, they would
have to say
"Well, didn't you know?
Davy Martin
saved his mama's life."
The dying songbird rested
Too weak to even fly.
The virus burning through her
wouldn’t let her try.
Still she kept on singing,
Giving song full throat
She knew life is too precious
To waste a single note.
there's fire for sweeping
patience; take it or leave it
i'm leaving. it's reaching
its' full potential
this season.
i'm lost when i don't
feel that anymore
when we are holding so close
it's the burning
i'm addicted
i wish i felt it
in my veins.
clawing in between breaths
muscles restless
i'm too wired, dead desire
need to be near it...
the fire;
i can feel that.
the resistance is fading
right off of the page.
don't hold me back
'cause i'm bursting.
powerless, but the storm
couldn't hurt me
i've wrapped my finger
around this disaster
so, let me run...
let me feel this
don't follow my voice
just let me vanish.
cold wind blows upon my face
last breath
last embrace
i'm trading it all
for one last taste.
can you feel it, too?
where it's residing within you
it's where i need to be
forcefully forgetting the freedom
*detaching.
How can I be strong!?


Everyone's

looking

down

at






*me.
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