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Owen Alasdor
Poems
Jul 2016
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The couch holds no cushioning
Any longer.
It’s been tailored for my ***
That sinks into it
Day in and day out
Night after night
I conjure up past works
I try to throw them together
But it doesn’t.
It’s got me going again
Writing and learning
These poetics.
I’m gaining a voice
…. Unflattering
And disorganized
Yet, it is mine.
I’m done with this schooling
It’s time to educate myself.
But it’s easier said than done
While on a couch cushion
Across from a failing flame
Next to a torched bowl.
It’s been my fourth of July
Weekend
A weekend of solitude
With a touch of
These poetics.
I think it’s Thursday now,
or Wednesday.
I’ll be going outside
Blinding my eyes
From light.
Goodbye couch
‘ol buddy
‘ol pal
I’m sure it won’t be long.
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Owen Alasdor
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