Tag / Poetry

June, 1987

Chapter 1

     For the third time in eight hours, the computerized s

When I bite through my Everlasting Gobstopper, I regret.

By myself, I shut my eyes tight and wish I had a chan

I would ask for your name

if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.

One of your big toes has been ne

Billy was a homeless soul;

well, half-way near it.

Grey painted whatever strings

fell

It has been six months since his passing,

and for him to see you now he would be frighten.

Frighte

See the loft that housed the couch

that held the girl

lightly slightly held

carefully v

The loft that housed the couch

that held the girl

lightly, slightly

carefully veiled, c

The loft that housed the couch

that held the girl

lightly, slightly

carefully veiled, c

My homework was to write four lines

And make them rhyme somehow.

Although it took me many tries,<

I’m nowhere

In the darkness

Where the hell have I gone?

My body

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