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Lame Poet Sep 2013
******* like Purity
Puckered lips
Whispered Ineffability
Capacity, Potential--
but never speak above a whisper.
NEVER DISCUSS BEYOND THE FUTURE.
Just hope empty hopes
you use to fill your dreams.



-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
We made sapphire-love.
It was tanzanite-rare,
and emerald-lucky.

I took a ruby-risk
and left us
with onyx.

And amethyst-hauntings--



-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
I salute all the World
Militantly.
It is my duty.
I must fall in line--
With the marching.
Rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm
Rhythm
Break--
Die.

Rebirth--
To and fro
The Pendulum swings.
Force,
but an inherent lack of directionality.
But the Pendulum does not hit
Anything.
It is pacific
and without opinion.
But O,
How It Swings WITH FORCE.

And the Pendulum swings Alone.



-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
I see sheets
and floors
mattresses
and shores
sand, water
whispers,
shivers in
sides of
coins--
Nonsense, of
Course in
*******.
Mimicking,
Moaning,
Breathing Hard.
Loosing
Hair, Losing
Control,
Discordant
Rhythm,
New Sounds A
Bound and
Quickening
Pulses
Hands, Fingers--
Hips. Hips.
Hips. Hips. Hips.
It's Be
Coming Too--
MUCH AND
the poem ends.



-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
Anger
Frustration
Blame
Burden--
Buckle
Beneath
The Load.
An ode--
Home-grown groans
Grind against
Suburban gnomes.



-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
Vibration
Libation

A bow
Made of galloping horses

A string
I wish belonged to my heart

Address
Caress

A seat
Cradles these existences

A face
That took lessons long ago

Winding
Blinding

A dream
Shifting mid-Circadian

A song
Beams from shining brows. And bows.


-LP
Lame Poet Sep 2013
I hope you're having fun
At the bar
Without me.

I'm glad it makes you think of me
And you know I would love it
And you want to take me along
Next Time.

I imagine the pool table
and the men and women around it
Velvety green or black
(probably a bit worn)

I imagine the music
so loud you have to repeat yourself
Just as you do in your head sometimes
(probably not your favorite)

I imagine you missing me
and telling a friend you wish I was there
Velvety green or black
Just as you do in your head sometimes
(probably just imaginings)
Because I doubt you give a ****.

I will not come along Next Time.




-LP
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