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basil May 2020
her smile was all
that i needed

the laugh tumbling
from her lips
drenched in 'aloha coconut' chapstick
the only thing i allowed myself to
want

without her
i am a hollowed out rind
sitting on the
sidewalk, with
the chalk fading away because of the drizzle
and
no one
to draw in the lines
because she and i
were the only ones
that ever played
hopscotch
i love you, and i miss you so much, blue eyes. one day i'll show you all these poems.

05.19.2020
Liam C Calhoun Aug 2015
Went to the barber today,
          Just to feel a razor at my neck.
So to, skipped a crosswalk,
          Just to hear a horn.
I hopscotched the tracks,
          But the yard’s been empty years.
So then tried the bridge,
          When the wind’d never come.
Tomorrow’ll be lucky,
          That’s what I tell myself.

That’s what I tell myself.
Had my first "barber-shave" today; it was agreeable! Thought of this piece when the missus mentioned fragility and the slip of a blade no matter how strong the soul, aha!
iamtheavatar Jun 2014
Numbers and lines
collide
with every
step
of your
life.

**iamthe_avatar ©2014

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