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Prevost Jan 2022
Bob Carrey drank his coffee
out of an old tin can
the faded label said sweet corn
it was a mystery to me
he had this way of acknowledging
and dismissing you at the same time

he lived with Gloria and Richard Hier
all part of the mystery
but young people
needed guidance
I suppose

he listened to the Twins games
on an old transistor radio
he tucked it in his breast pocket
with the cord strung out ahead of him

when I get up to mix another drink
I put my iPhone in my breast pocket
keeping Spotify alive
the cord of my earbuds protrude out before me
I become Bob Carrey
I could give a **** about the Twins score
but Lucinda Williams
well …you know
Prevost Jan 2022
the social skills of indifference
are difficult
self generated algorithms
tend to fail
if one is be true to thy owns self
it does not take away from the beauty of these poets
and this site
however….
  Jan 2022 Prevost
sonja benskin mesher
repeat

that

i don’t paint like you

or you

&

need to convince myself

that

that

is ok
  Jan 2022 Prevost
Carlo C Gomez
The horizon is less
a mystery now
and split down the middle
I won't take sides
to a war wrapped
tightly around
this pretty little future
but for some
inexplicable reason
I can't take
my eyes off of it
  Jan 2022 Prevost
Edmund black
Have you ever seen
A rose unfolds
To embrace the morning sun?

If you haven’t,
Once in awhile
take a moment
To witness her brilliance

It’s like a woman’s heart
That slowly unfold to unveil her secrets,

Grace her with the attention she deserves
you’ll see, she is more than a rose ,
That goes beyond
The allure of her velvet skin,

Her face is a mirror
For you to see beyond your horizons

Her mind is a classroom
For you to dance off beats
Until her music consumes you whole

Gaze into the depth,
Of her eyes
You’ll see.
She is filled with mysteries ,
Rich with magical moments


If you’re beautiful and shine bright
Like a bumblebee,
Plumb deeper into the beauty of her depth, there
You’ll find the treasure of her soul

And
If you’re tender enough
Show kindness and compassion
To keep her grounded as desires
instead of disturbing her peace
for your own selfish reasons

She will open up to you,  always
She will be there for you,  always
Her brilliance will keep you smiling
And coming back for more, always

Claim her or leave her
Love her or deny yourself
The possibility to be bound and still, free.
Prevost Jan 2022
my tears have shaped me
they have cut the edges of my heart
that finds beauty rattling around
in the places deemed
too broken to know

my tears have cut the canyons
that echo
the songs and screams
of my knowing how deep this life
can cut

my tears have watered the gardens
where someone still plants hope
even though hope is something I avoid
but offering it drought
would be the shape of something cruel

tears the blood of soul
running from my eyes
across the landscape that is I
washing the wounds suffered
and the scars I have won
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