Pablo Ignacio Marin: Poems

471 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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what's the stupid smirk doing on your face

wipe
it
off

it's a disgrace

466 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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it's no use,
leave the earth around our tomb alone

there are no flowers left there
for bees to pollinate
with whispers of why we fell

463 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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no perks to being this wallflower

459 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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left & leaving

the sun ain't sleeping

tears thick on lashes
cloud one's vision

456 · May 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin May 2012

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cause
you can't miss
what
you
forget

american football

451 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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learn to speak slowly
and deliberately

so that my eyes
might understand you
better
than my ears

Inspired by a reading of Rumi by Tilda Swinton

443 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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morning
could come
and there would be
no way
to wring
my hands
of their
loneliness

442 · May 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin May 2012

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we can't all laugh off another's
longing
and
eye roll so beautifully.

438 · Feb 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Feb 2012

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we haven't even reached tyronne street

/the end of our lives

we've still got a block to walk

/twenty years together

437 · Mar 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Mar 2012

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re:

we've still got our mouths

mine doesn't ever tread lightly

433 · May 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin May 2012

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morning would come
and cast a shadow off your lower lip
the dark valley always
signals
for me to kiss you awake.

431 · Apr 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Apr 2012

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it's that natural light
while making friends
with shy dust

that makes me feel most happy
and less cold

421 · Mar 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Mar 2012

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how well
do i know
that slow
heartache
of waking
to the moon
and not the sun

416 · Dec 2011

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Dec 2011

10 + 2

your heart an abandoned model home
i'd invited myself into...

404 · Jan 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Jan 2012

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rather than think:
i miss you

i say,
i'd rather not

391 · Mar 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Mar 2012

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you're neither girl
nor woman

i'm a man,
you're a machine
i fed too many numbers

385 · Mar 2012

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Mar 2012

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i suppose
now
i needed another mother
not a child that needed
looking after

Three months in summation.

384 · Dec 2011

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Pablo Ignacio Marin Dec 2011

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i
sure,

it may be possible to wash the sweat off
but you stay long after

ii**
and regret leaves a stench much worse

In retrospect.

— The End —