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joe thorpe Jul 2017
birds spend
as much time
on the ground
eating maggots,
as they do
in that soaring
we perceive
as majestic freedom,
as we spend
in shopping malls,
online stalls,
buying future trash,
as we spend,
in what we
perceive, as
god's light
#love #nature #alonely
joe thorpe Apr 2017
did you ever get enough
courage to squeeze
your *****, if that
pain was cancer
it still will be
you left that girl
five days ago
do you still leave your
hate in your heart
did the dream **** you
do I write for the dead
the only words I remember
my father said
don't ever hang your head
if only he'd said something
about the rest of me
and my neck
did you get drunk, yet
joe thorpe Apr 2017
what ever it was
what ever happened
things were hidden
and there were lies
there were
***** pictures
and lunch dates
I haven't
seen a spider
or slept naked
in a long time
and when
did we all
stop saying
******
an entire generation
with **** tattoos
whose meaning
has long ago
left fleeting
just dull black and blue
nobody likes to
talk about
nothing forget me's
of yesterday's
sick soul sour empty's
into infinite shreds
taking a sunbeam
and smashing its prism
illuminating my prison
to turn the light
off my
dark heart
joe thorpe Apr 2017
I've been through hells
those for whom the bells
and I can hum
you the song and the ancestral
spirit drum
knocked
and pounded
my skull-***
I chose the storm
long black haven
bivouacked and latent
so long I forgot the sun
and that the rains
were drippings from heaven
overflow love melting
and splendid
joe thorpe Mar 2017
.         window long and flat
       only just so wide sunlights
            coffin sunlight dies
                         
            but one sky for both
  moon and sun amongst the stars
             the war's little fun
            
            come on you lovely
     shun baby rising cloud clown
          do your fire, blind me
joe thorpe Mar 2017
I like it better
when we're by ourselves
where the others
she tells them
she's someone else
by ourselve
the heart burns
and I drink the water
the heart burns worse
when I'm myselvf
the theater's uncrowded
our perch
the dark top empty shelf
absolution
crushing cushion felt
tethered together
left by someone else
joe thorpe Mar 2017
the air that often takes me by surprise
at 3 o'clock
the one long after
the sunset dies
just myself and the orbs
the cigarette smoke
that takes the life of the winds
and says there is never any such still as we think
a constant stream, whoosh
off beyond sight
the travelers late on the highway in night
and there ain't no way to know nothin'
out here on alone
even He must got but one eye upon me
if I ever 'ere go on belonging
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