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TG Hinchcliff
Poems
Feb 2014
Untitled
There's a
black cat on the roof
and
a girl with
Coca-Cola skin.
One surely
is an omen for bad luck
& the other
is merely
a
cat.
Ol'
leafy Whiteaker
alive w/
death
& my reflection in the windows.
Alive w/
strange breeze &
all that is carried w/ it.
Curiosity is killing
everything
but somehow keeping
me alive.
Tossing and Turning on
the cold banks
of the
Willamette.
Ice water that
creeps into the
street & sweeps up
all
mystery
while children bellow
from beyond.
Indecency
is a weight
that they have yet to know.
They are wild
& sick w/ the
fresh evenings of the future.
Mondays &
Sundays
that you & I shall never
ever see.
For now,
All I have is the girl.
The
Black Cat
has long since fled.
Laughing.
Written by
TG Hinchcliff
Weed, CA
(Weed, CA)
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