"raintime" poems - Hello Poetry

He drinks it up, he drinks the **** like it’s water. There are faces, and files and they change with the seasons. The parking lot has never been this dim, but who forgot to turn on the lights? The friends who gave him trouble now just give him help. The scarred people seem little more than pawns in a game, and he must play them, but it’s not his choice. The mirror’s like a caricature, it provides more distance than closeness. I wished he could’ve seen his son being born, but. Somebody slams the table, **** something’s going on We got him, men we got him, we got him. Oh wait, oh wait, egg on our face, we got played, we got tricked this man is just black. “I want to prevail,” he says, “I’m no loser,” he says. He’s no quitter, but he sure ****** it up. The faces get twisted, now the eyes look the same. This won’t be the first time and it won’t be the last. He blames a lot on others, but he knows that persistence is infallible, like the pope. Nobody really trusts him now, he’s a bit of everything and everywhere. Heart’s in the right place, but where’s your heart? He keeps downing the brown **** keeps downing the liquids. “One day I’ll get him,” he says. “one day I’ll get the ******* At this point, he speaks for himself, for himself. Nobody, no one, nobody else. At dinnertime, he says, “sing me a song.” Relax is defeat, rest is charity, rest is A deep moral compromise. a loser needs a bed A winner needs a mug. he downs the **** He downs the **** god, he downs the **** like it’s water. OOGABOOGABOOGA i’ve got him in my sights He won’t see it coming he’ll be shocked as the rest A **** like that? no he wouldn’t see a barn. He didn’t say, didn’t see his own mother, his mother When he came out the womb. didn’t see **** I say, didn’t see **** SPIRAL espionage ELEGY sang now or never or ever again. RAINTIME odysseys left im babbling rancid The ragtime freaks giving him looks from the left of the sandbags, The night, the night, too long, too long, The night’s a ***** i can’t stay, i can’t stay to night’s a ***** i can’t stay with this ***** this ***** no take these ropes off this ***** ***** take these chains off i will, i will i, no you are you people you are ******* you are stupid ******* these are chains i am chained who why god

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Oct 1, 2013

Oct 1, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC

patrick-ensslin

Coffee doesn't work

He drinks it up, he drinks the **** like it’s water. There are faces, and files and they change with the seasons. The parking lot has never been this dim, but who forgot to turn on the lights? The friends who gave him trouble now just give him help. The scarred people seem little more than pawns in a game, and he must play them, but it’s not his choice. The mirror’s like a caricature, it provides more distance than closeness. I wished he could’ve seen his son being born, but. Somebody slams the table, **** something’s going on We got him, men we got him, we got him. Oh wait, oh wait, egg on our face, we got played, we got tricked this man is just black. “I want to prevail,” he says, “I’m no loser,” he says. He’s no quitter, but he sure ****** it up. The faces get twisted, now the eyes look the same. This won’t be the first time and it won’t be the last. He blames a lot on others, but he knows that persistence is infallible, like the pope. Nobody really trusts him now, he’s a bit of everything and everywhere. Heart’s in the right place, but where’s your heart? He keeps downing the brown **** keeps downing the liquids. “One day I’ll get him,” he says. “one day I’ll get the ******* At this point, he speaks for himself, for himself. Nobody, no one, nobody else. At dinnertime, he says, “sing me a song.” Relax is defeat, rest is charity, rest is A deep moral compromise. a loser needs a bed A winner needs a mug. he downs the **** He downs the **** god, he downs the **** like it’s water. OOGABOOGABOOGA i’ve got him in my sights He won’t see it coming he’ll be shocked as the rest A **** like that? no he wouldn’t see a barn. He didn’t say, didn’t see his own mother, his mother When he came out the womb. didn’t see **** I say, didn’t see **** SPIRAL espionage ELEGY sang now or never or ever again. RAINTIME odysseys left im babbling rancid The ragtime freaks giving him looks from the left of the sandbags, The night, the night, too long, too long, The night’s a ***** i can’t stay, i can’t stay to night’s a ***** i can’t stay with this ***** this ***** no take these ropes off this ***** ***** take these chains off i will, i will i, no you are you people you are ******* you are stupid ******* these are chains i am chained who why god

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woodcutter's sunlight absent like truth at the gate at raintime; strangers' memories, flowing as mud a samurai was killed, but—

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Sep 13, 2021

Sep 13, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC