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joe thorpe Feb 2017
lamp, in the corner, of the floor
does the on and off
maybe kind of a *****
my stonesthrow
dead and friends
down and out
side broken homes
and store with their unique
hip soon again bores
throw a knot over the closet door
sling slip loose around my neck
swing for the fences
far and away and dig men trenched
and lamp stands flat foot
against the corner, on the floor
joe thorpe Feb 2017
I'll dream you fit together
puzzlepiece words
and I'll scribble just for
this moment worlds
we'll mumble out blurbs
mutter hurt and between us wonder
if any ever one is really heard
sentence my thoughts to paper
all along a lonely wordsmith
whispering drift
human complex shift
for the beauty
less it I might miss
joe thorpe Feb 2017
odds and ends

a guy with my experience
know the significance
of a little difference

what if everyone
in the world
escaped
while I was
here

I collect your
loose lost hairs
and make garments
I save your lost loose
shaves
to kindle my
five alarm fire
heart blaze
sanitation napkin
tea bags

Anchorage, Alaska
a seasonal
vacation destination
for the
vampire states

what if the moon landing
was fake
because the astronauts
really went to
heaven

Burnt
as a
first
name
joe thorpe Feb 2017
I can't live with you
and I can't be without you
I want to slam my pen now
right through this paper
to put my hand
on this pad
slam my pen right through
this paper
pin my down
light this table
plastic four-ways
on fire,
fire of the truth I tire
light this table
on fire,
fire laugh to the winds
outside my smoke fill window
laugh to the thick
outside blowing every
kind of wet
and anger
sweet swell
my alone abandon anger
come hold dear love my temper
I can't cry
I can't call
I cannot even
try
joe thorpe Feb 2017
and I can't just forget
no more
I can't run go get numb
no more
I cannot today fill a dead man's shoes
with my own ghost
the sorrow shows
head to heel
flows and grows
lost ourselves a soul
a kind so tough to find
in the world you've left behind
unimagined states
tug and pull
those of us with ties that bind
blind leading the blind
we'll walk forth
ahead again where it shines
for John
joe thorpe Feb 2017
my friend is home
always arrives at
the appropriate times
I hear his smooth stride
hurry up in a clamor
on time storm hammer
he knows the right
way goes slow
my friend by
his misnomer
a common name
often heard in
silence, shout, whimper
claim of infamous fame
welcome again Pain
joe thorpe Jan 2017
they
are
to
publish my work
yes, they'll
stick it in this book
I think it's a scam
$69.95 300 pages
everyone's name in bland
but they must go somewhere
and one day maybe
this book will be opened
by a young man
and he'll read my poem
and he'll say, yes
now there, that's
the stuff
and it'll stir his sirens
sing song sweet
death rattle
and he another now
will know our battle
to truth
to feel
to live
in you
creating blue

I'll have you know young man
there is a table with my name
in a hell that whispers soft
*FIRE!
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