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gravelbar Jul 2016
Chisel a poem out
for the hell of it
Scratch one out of sandy beach brush
watch the waves attempt
to destroy
you
fullstop.

Feel your lungs explode

Saw you for the last time 2 months ago
in a picture on my wall
and now I know
I will see you no more
pennies, dimes, happy rhymes
a nickle for a copper thought
brew me on home on damnation's
doorstep
gravelbar Jul 2016
Shift left to center self
Dodge right and slight movement offsets imbalance
Center, focus on your breath
gravelbar Jul 2016
All the sun has gone
away for this brief span of time
Lost in a coffee cup
gravelbar Jul 2016
Blank lines of text please
Those will fill this void between ears
If one could wish
gravelbar Jul 2016
Eyes opening in the morning twilight
Nautical dispersion, sounds of high tide
Rough spun cotton cocooning naked bodies
The taste of ***** on your tongue
Eyes in the morning
like hammocks on Culebra, swaying in breeze
Eyes in the evening
Like ******* belts, simple & kind
The sand in our toes a microcosm within a macrocosm
The wind in your hair like notes of music to my ears
  Embrace me, my love
   my heart flys away
    like sparrows
     in the morning
Somehow found each other, our other half
Shells in the sand to a passerby
Patterns in a cloud like eyes staring towards blind stars
Feel of graphite disintegrating into words on paper
Backwash of proletariat diaspora, like my corazon
Emptiness suddenly filled with affection
Can a dead soul absorb such life?
Like the ocean you touch all my shores
Like waves, mingle my soil with your salt
Three words: I love you.
gravelbar Jul 2016
The joy of nicotine gum
Pencils the size of your pinky finger
& the smell of ****
gravelbar Jul 2016
Haiku is seven five seven.
Does that mean we leave things out?
Or leave it for interpretation?
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