I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
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charlie's job
in blacked-out europe
was to shine a light for bombers
orange for the outward
green coming back
and run like hell from germans
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denial does not define you as in opposition
of an idea
you are simply living what you hate
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on the sofa the chiropodists wife
french kisses the local bobby with no regard
for the six feet of lapwood fence between them
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the ducks did not fly
the day stan died
as a million knee-borne teacups
wept with hilda at the spectacles
without music
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in search of human misery
I went to the daily mail
and found there all the tears I yearned
some things never fail
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love is in the snapped silence
in things we remember and choose to forget
when years later laughing
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peace:)
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