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"hurlin" poems
America, rollin’ its dice, hurlin’ ‘nades on the ice. what're we lookin’ for? ***** we huntin’ for? whether it’s a score to settle or another lie to peddle where do we go from here? how ‘bout that future we held dear? gone, done, buried, shunned. eat crow, ***** retch, and— run? don’t run. can’t run. these colors don’t run, I’ve heard. though maybe they flow against each other like water and oil in a grating chemical fash- ion that can’t be calculated or be sufficiently integrated like we dreamed they would. and dream we do, for America and her future, or so I hope, given that each year that passes leaves bruises and gashes in that fabric, so fragile, I hear. sad, wrong, and crooked; Trump’s America.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
Trump's America
And when I'm hurlin words and throwing blows Thumping drumbeats against my chest I long to fall in your arms like a frightened child And let you rock me to rest Inside outside upside down Confusion coiled around me tight This crawling terror got me paralyzed I'm defenseless in this fight All the frenemies and the wannabes Levelin those guns at my head Spillin gasoline on a grass fire Ain't no life with the walking dead Then through all the noise inside my head Your whispered wisdom rings out to me Send that white flag up and surrender Cuz I have come to set you free TL Boehm 03/17/13
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Rock me to Rest
They never quite got along, but nothing made them feel wrong, She always told him, "of course dear" Regardless of what she did 'r didnt hear And the *** wasn't ever bad, But then again it was rarely had, And words of love were not exchanged, But they were never quite estranged, So none were sad when one ol' day, He just happened to go away, She never spoke of him poorly, But never praised him as close to holy, And he never grudged the mandated checks, Nor did he ever give her an extra cent. He never went out to drink until hurlin', Nor did he seclude himself like Merlin, And then some day they up and died, Had a nice funeral, But I didn't cry.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
Pointless