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Hormones
pheromones
sexting on our
cell phones.

Calling from
a phone booth
talking for hours
Love is our proof.
Death is the forever
no clocks or never.
No pesky calendar
no future or past
no appointments
no nagging or
disappointments
forever no more.
I offer my feeding tube,
unintelligable prophet
welcome the **** ****
better than just the spit.
If you have a clue about this poem please let me know and I'll follow you. Peace.
Two lovers court you
give you sweets and all
the lust you would want
peg, hole or blow up doll.
We live
then die
we laugh
and cry
wonder why
still try
to pray
for a day
He comes again
we answer sin.
My conscience is a loud cat.
Quincy wants this and that.
Always now never in a bit
3am wakes me up, the ****.
  Dec 2 William J Donovan
Emma
the world (a razor) hums with
laughter not mine—
crooked smiles cutting corners
of too-loud air (a trembling thing)

hands betray me (marionette strings)
dangling in this cracked parade
where faces blur into shadows
all teeth and no eyes—

and I (a statue) stuck to the cement
of this fear-wracked moment
watch with doe-eyes (wide and glass)
every step (a thunderclap)
a storm pounding the small sky within

sky breaks
and falls like shards,
my breath a shattered hymn
(please no) — tomorrow, I’ll stay
tucked in the soft (silent) cocoon of here.

no steps. no looks. no cruel
laughter to chase me into
the screaming world—

home, the only place
where walls hold me steady,
their silence a shield,
a quiet so deep
it forgets the world.
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