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Jason Cirkovic Feb 2015
Come here kind sir
And hand me a scarf
Her whisper
Passed down my spine
And sent the children
Running away
Mothers hold their children
In tall tree houses
Telling them
That she fell off the tree
Long ago

She is sour
About the worm
That twist
Through the maze
Called her steampunk heart.
I never felt steam so cold
Until I saw the animal
She had become

Did you feel that?
Thats her pushing you away
whats her problem?
Well..
Because she refuses to face them
Those leakes seep through
The Steamy heart

Do you see that!
Its right there
When she tells you
Why you are such a failure
But hey
It takes one to know one.

Im sorry
If I'm being so cold
But that is what happens
When you're next
To the Ice
Shivering batches of arrogance
Tossed down my shirt
But hey
She was the one
That made me.
Dennis Willis Feb 2019
This aloneness
I have earned
that i sing against
and sleep with
settles in my fingertips
and leakes out
in lines

in the water
here jumps
to there
our eyes
loving
disjoint

being the same
as dat joint
a trick of the light
you in the night
being right
again

quiet now
the price of
sharply cut
flowers and the  smell
of digging

i used to know
the earth
i used to know
running it

wrapping it up
not
burning it forward
not

straight down now
just let go


Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis

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