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If I die tonight
that would be to soon for me
although means nothing to you
but the sun rises over my sky's
which wakes my soul and my eye's
so come to me
all you poets of your soul
some of you have a long time to go
to become as weathered as me
NOT as a GOOD thing would be SO
But luke I am your father

and if i went for gold
seven years in rome
would that make me anything more than i want to be

sometimes i pick my nose
never been known to bite my toe nails
sav'in that for my older years

I do not see any triangel stop sign in my way.
Really just words.
The summer held it s breath
the winter looked the same as if never gone

then i saw the flower that was you.............Yes I saw you
coming back to me
as you never had before
and the summer was long
all lick dreams a feeling inside me
I nused my body so woman please
Shake wake me up please
For tomorrow i dream.
Answers please, on a post card.
Dizzyness
in my head
I did
I did felt myself go
right away for here
to where this day
I still do not know
I remember seeing white rabbits and queens
but woke in a hospital
did that pill you gave me do anything at all?
Mother i remember as
the pritty one with teats
not one of those other knobs
that chow cha chewed
do you mother remember me
i am the one you called
the black sheep
and on a good day Paul
tonight i remember all
you are my dispersible aspirin
and mother i need you now.
Bet not one of you thought this poem would be about that?   please do tell!
PAU L  :-)
MOTHER, please.
cover up you knees
these are my friends
so mother cover up your knees.

See this is my friend
i call Dr orange, this bearded monkey,
so mother please cover up your knees
we all now know you are at least 53!

But MOTHER cover up your knees.
created after seeing my mother pull her blankets over her legs.
 May 2013 Sal Gelles
Devon
in anger I demanded
proof
of your existence

unable to comply

in anger
I sent you away
banished you from my head
i said
i hated you

but i lied
i lied
i lied
i lied

should you ever find this
if  you still hear me
if you  are real or imaginary

i'm sorry
sorry
sorry

*please forgive me
 May 2013 Sal Gelles
Rabbit
Moses
 May 2013 Sal Gelles
Rabbit
i find myself exhausted
by pushing forth and back emotions
like tides pulling oceans
i am drowning in the notion
that you can deny the divide
paralyzing you and I
brush it behind the door
as we brush past each other nevermore
I still with memories of spring
while gazing on falling leaves
cracking crumbling beneath the feet
that walked so effortless over me
who i then tripped
and you fell down to the bended knee
of a mellow heartless fellow
who in fact divided seas.
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