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JD Connolly Aug 2011
I escaped the irons blowing kisses to future fathers-
I escaped the bronx cheers and      lack of filligre,
I escaped the

"shut your mouth, old hound-
lend your ears to the lack of me."
JD Connolly Feb 2011
empyrean heart,
soft-pedal and sway
we don't answer their call
we don't know how to stay
JD Connolly Jan 2011
a quantum of soul and cherry ***** in the backseat of a ford-
we were going to eighty-six the world

the sinews of our unattainable hands
that yanked themselves free
and went to ruining our best Bellamy salutes
and went to forming ladders and tarmacs in the vapor of the night
and went to everything

it's wasn't the shaking or the vim of the stockyards on the days they hung up ornaments
it wasn't those who followed a cheekier Moira and gawked at Rita of Cascia as she passed by

it was the way escape felt with you as it's stern
it's the way escape felt with you full of sanguinity

the kind that your mother gave you in the belly of California
the kind that I ripped away for ***** and giggles
JD Connolly Jan 2011
Learn to walk with cotton savants

Or lend them all that moonstruck leer

It's love-

fissuring,

surging,

-blotting the lions and olive-skinned tiers.

it doesn't need the faintest trace of us.

*and we couldn't be more lucky.
JD Connolly Jan 2011
you stole the heat from rose marie and wrote holland on your wrists
all lincoln roses, roving gods and heterochthonous mists
liaisons built on bread and honey
                                                           ­         marred by a dead man's tryst
I have watched you watch me grow so **** old
are you taking in any of this?
JD Connolly Dec 2010
my little heavenward glow
my redeemer with bony knees
you were never alarmed when i'd go
or when the summer burned my feet
you sent me a million notes
gauging new york and it's many beams
and you came home to gloat
with black licorice and beating wings
oh! everyone swayed you, Bonnie
with Teflon coated strings
and everyone had you, Bonnie
the sniping smoke was my reprieve
when my ma asks of you, Bonnie
I see our tails lashing against the gleam
of this filthy ******* town.

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