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J Ericson Sep 2012
may
where ever I try to go
I carry them home; these lashing rivers
never knowing how strong they'd run
or in which state the currents come
want to see a revolution in me
deep sixing with a clean slate
then be swallowed by the sea
love is a pretentious cite
why waste hearts in this colony
so please forgive my rush of blood to the head
and a gush of words I never meant
We're just treading water,
jumping on the spot,
we got nothing and
they've got the lot

very nice for them
(Said in a sarcastic voice)
when we have no choice
but to do as they want.

I'm wanting out of it
there's only so much
*******
that one can shovel
and I've shoveled
a shitload.

The road
if it is indeed a road
to recovery
is somewhere
inside me
and not a signpost
in sight.
happydays
David Hilburn May 2019
Limerick in the nocturnal fog
Coming in heavy, with a round eye
Blessing the land, with a call, somehow maudlin
I saw a legend of hop, skip and mind, the native sign...

Realizing my mistake, a role of here to fore?
Lip's and detail's of a summary gift of a bird
Done to right's, and without dalliances war
Far in the night away, behind and sore truth heard?

What in blue blazes does this have to do, with merciful all?
Left to ones decision's and advice, in a rotund ear
Can the limerick rhyme with a handsome persuasion to fulfil?
Reading the opportunity before day knock's, I address my fear:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who looked good swimming, but said the rudest thing
When my *** burns on the beach, is it the sun that is luckier
Than a cold kiss from a shadowy first, with lasts to linger?

Nantucket is a shoe with pretty origin's...
Since we are both kind to a fog, is a whale of a chance our mission?
Toe to toe, and looking for again, the mightier approach to lend
Can I have another kiss, to compare hidden shares in the, soon?

The moon, since when do I look like a piece of green cheese?
Since you came apart at the seems, with a rule of thumb
Distance to your smile, is one to ask a favor from a heathen...?
Help me take the time to save our yearning, for a cleverly climbed, number?

Huh?
Sing the song, and merry a long try in the tooth
Of foreign significance to a relationship we are, among
The neglect of serendipity, as a child's empathy runs to couth

Couth can do mathematic's?
So does a mind wandering about the nature of you, though cold shoulder's
Have the silence of promises never met, but can in moment's alone with each other
Can we name our favorite time, a place in the sun, with a risk for a need older?

One, follows two, like your shoe left
Right about three, it will save a step four
Figuring but five finger's, and a sixing tree in the wind, since
Seven heaven, and the eight times we met in the rain, so dour...

Nine or none, then and ten, will become our love?
Share with me a privilege, and see the silence I adhere to, and enjoy
The reason is mine, to seem a curious patience, which I admit does
Become a sun beam worth a look, that is a real enough press for joy?

Limericks, and lady's
Love and need's undying
Sense from a passion in the more, we detail as seeking a fate
That has the time of day, with a glass of wine...?

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