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Daisy Chain Nov 2012
You Mr Rabbit are or so nice
I could drink tea with you
and talk about rice
or melons,
growing in the summer sun
but Mr Rabbit, I couldn't *******.

Dear Mr Rabbit, sorry to be calling so late
I feel like we left off on a bad foot
the carrots still hot on my plate
as you pointed
towards your rounded door
and asked me kindly to scoot.

No I understand it was rude
and that we have had a delightful eve
but, hmm, how do I conclude
you're lovely
and sweet as a bug
but I can't see us making out on that rug.

No please don't be offended!
Your ears are so soft to touch
and your eyes are to be commended
but, sexually
the lightning and fire
well, doesn't amount to much.

I bid you adeu, Mr Rabbit.
Our time together was truly splendid
but it must be said,
that without the waistcoat
you remind me an awful lot of my bed.
Gareth Spark Sep 2015
In the salted corner of the square,
A small glass door opened to watery air;
I glanced down there throughout siesta,
Anxious at the root of a dry tongue
For wine squeezed from the ochre hills
Behind Cambrils, she sold in empty
Water bottles, a Euro for a litre.
I hurried down through the Casa Gallau,
Quickly as my sunburn would allow;
Dove into light as though onto hot sand,
Around cars that sounded like fire fights,
Squinting in the peppered, robust sun
And in - the old woman waiting, “Adeu!”
Then back upstairs, but slower now:
To watch TV in Catalan; to face
A frying pan balcony;
to get drunk and think of rain.
Anna Pavoncello Jun 2013
Oh heart!
Why dost thou make pain so fierce, As fiery wind across red dirt of desert's plain. Dost thou have no fear of breaking?

      Why so brave, thou heart mine, that risks all thy pain, all thy love? Will thou join me instead in solitude, may thou not steal away as my bane?
Or as the canine lets holler his mighty, great bark, will thou leave my persuasions in vain?

So decidith, dost thou to abandon me here, like the sun leaves the moon with all poise?
Or will thou make amends to me in pity, and allow me to make my own choice?

So heart, here's adeu, for thy has chosen me not, and thou adores whomever thy might.
And here I will stay, waiting for thy still, and heartbreak will rage through the night.
Trcfour Sep 2014
Momma turned fifty yesterday
I'm old I'm lost
the sun sets, the June bug dies
and as it goes so does the world

I stare into the twilight
it scorches my eyes
I burn yet I am cold
I shiver. I turn and cling to the past

The early years
the days that make you
they were terrible years
I miss them

The precious days of youth
so small so small
it meant nothing, yet they left scars
scars that run deep
I wish I could forget them, I wish I was free
it still hurts. It will always hurt

There have been many of which I've occupied my time
they create me, they desert me
many do I miss, none would I resort
I've learned to just walk away. So it goes.

we weep for the dead
they lay by the lake
their spirit guides me
my rented parents
with all my heart I miss you and love you

we marvel at the miracle of life
we long for the innocence of childhood,
we drown in the bliss of love
I think of how ugly and awful it all is

Forget your magic
there is no magic
we wait for it
you pray to your gods
the sparks, the fire, the magic
we wait for it, it never comes
there is no magic, there is no magic
  
we have visions of life, none of which match
we look back on our idyllic past
a past that never was
we had childhood dreams
we held them so close, so dear
we lose our focus
we disappoint the boy

we have visions of life, none of which match
yet we survive
we attach meaning to our suffering
we attach lessons to our losses
somehow we make it all work
we make it all make sense
but all we really ever learn and know is loss

We are not saved.
We are not comforted. We are alone
A bumbling laughable Klutz
marching in a parade of horribles
tragedies and travesties,
a comedy for the divine

we are allowed the blissful glimpses
the flashes of happiness
we take it and we go. We fill the gaps
the glue that binds the madness
the crushing cruel helping hand of hope
the foundation shakes, the axis wobbles

and as we speak
the woods are burning
its raging bright, its rage is fierce
its time to make a move
it's time to be more

with the uneasy anxious inspiration
we search for strength
but we lack that strength
its easier to pretend
to conjure a lazy man's spin

got to be more, got to be more
we push forward, we dig deeper, we fall further
we feel deeply and we hurt deeper
but we continue to push

we push until the day that we face the final embrace
where we gain nothing but finality.
Still no magic. No payoff
What we searched for in life, we don't find in death.
we bid adeu. we are wished a goodnight.
Goodnight my love, now you can rest.
Drafted in 1992
Dennis Willis May 2022
I'm arrested by something
sticky the capillary action
is breathtaking
of all the things
in my head you
**** you
double **** yoou
to erase

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