got a bike yesterday
rode to Target
bought some curtains
yelled at some lady in a car
'share the road'
95 degrees
It's been almost 2 years
it still feels so damn good
that first high step up to push down
on the pedal greeted by the sun
on your face a morning wind
and a smile
like a grand piano
knowing
you get to...
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rode to Target
bought some curtains
yelled at some lady in a car
'share the road'
95 degrees
It's been almost 2 years
it still feels so damn good
that first high step up to push down
on the pedal greeted by the sun
on your face a morning wind
and a smile
like a grand piano
knowing
you get to...
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Edited
walking home I found a spot
across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed
pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose
before what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation
it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street
I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes
Sunday...
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walking home I found a spot
across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed
pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose
before what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation
it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street
I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes
Sunday...
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nene:
that would be daring but a little messy if too much alcohol is involved and I should happen to get dizzy 
lavender_:
You make my love for poetry.
walking home I found a spot
across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed
pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose
underneath what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation
it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street
I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes
Sunday
Monday...
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across from the Church
on whose steps we kissed
pitch black shadow
beneath tall bushes and magnolia trees
thickly perfumed by the scents of honeysuckle and rose
underneath what seemed a sign
seven street lamps
crookedly aligned like a constellation
it's
a romantic alcove
off a suburban street
I had to stop
and inhale
with closed eyes
Sunday
Monday...
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markbousfield:
I haven't read London Fields but strangely enough I ordered it the other day so should have it through the post in the next week!
Although, before that I have Marcel Proust, Kerouac, Selby Junior and Rimbaud to finish off first
I don't know why I insist on reading several books all at once, I find settling with one (unless it's amazing) a little unfulfilling.
What are you reading right now?
P.S. I liked that Berryman poem very much, I can see why you would draw comparison in some of the style to a few of my recent pieces
Although, before that I have Marcel Proust, Kerouac, Selby Junior and Rimbaud to finish off first
I don't know why I insist on reading several books all at once, I find settling with one (unless it's amazing) a little unfulfilling.
What are you reading right now?
P.S. I liked that Berryman poem very much, I can see why you would draw comparison in some of the style to a few of my recent pieces
limowreck:
This is nice. I like this.
arrive Wednesday night 20 minutes early
watch her approach my gate with worry in her eye
(I'm already outside)
sneak up on her trailing her scent
she jumps we kiss exit
the Q33 arrives like a chariot
get off in Queens and take the 7 to Grand Central Station
search out coffee and cookies and grab a taxi
home to 4th Street
bubbles and music...
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watch her approach my gate with worry in her eye
(I'm already outside)
sneak up on her trailing her scent
she jumps we kiss exit
the Q33 arrives like a chariot
get off in Queens and take the 7 to Grand Central Station
search out coffee and cookies and grab a taxi
home to 4th Street
bubbles and music...
Read More
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moxi:
um. perfect. i miss ny so much. so long astoria.
fashionista:
How was NYC? Happens to be my fave place.
The Singer
dances with me. Pirouettes,
sits,
doesn't sing.
After lovemaking and sleeping,
we talk of old and new
families, lay
our defenses
down.
Ballerina
I've recently fallen in love.
Again, as
my grandmother said.
Funny, huh? Shouldn't
that be life?
Love and love and love
again, until you get it right.
dances with me. Pirouettes,
sits,
doesn't sing.
After lovemaking and sleeping,
we talk of old and new
families, lay
our defenses
down.
Ballerina
I've recently fallen in love.
Again, as
my grandmother said.
Funny, huh? Shouldn't
that be life?
Love and love and love
again, until you get it right.
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moxi:
I agree
joker_:
Thank you
untitled #14
She laughs says-
older men have issues.
I laugh 'cause she's right
we do move with
this
sense of loss
of poss-
ibilities.
The years add burden
but if
you look
you see.
Young is unsettled and ready
to run. Old
is meek.
Youth teaches bravery
as years teach patience.
She laughs says-
older men have issues.
I laugh 'cause she's right
we do move with
this
sense of loss
of poss-
ibilities.
The years add burden
but if
you look
you see.
Young is unsettled and ready
to run. Old
is meek.
Youth teaches bravery
as years teach patience.
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crimsonpetals:
Beautifully put!
lavender_:
I need to re-take that photograph for you, I can't find the old one. I hope you know you're on my mind a lot, even after those 3 crazy ass years. <3
Well, thanks to someone.
Still here,
untitled #14
She laughs says-
older men have issues.
I laugh 'cause she's right
we do move with
this
sense of loss
of poss-
ibilities.
The years add burden
but if
you look
you see.
Young is unsettled and ready
to run. Old
is meek.
Youth teaches bravery
as years teach patience.
Still here,
untitled #14
She laughs says-
older men have issues.
I laugh 'cause she's right
we do move with
this
sense of loss
of poss-
ibilities.
The years add burden
but if
you look
you see.
Young is unsettled and ready
to run. Old
is meek.
Youth teaches bravery
as years teach patience.
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shwitchblade:
and hows that going for you?
shwitchblade:
well i am glad to hear it!
i am hungry but to lazy to make food
sigh
i am hungry but to lazy to make food
sigh
Bye, y'all.
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silverrevolver:
I have you on myspace. Don't be a stranger now. I will be at your wedding!
conjure:
No no no don't go anywhere.
Your poems. I will miss them. And you.
Your poems. I will miss them. And you.
eisenheim:
nice part
Oldie. (Edited)
She thinks of fusion then fission
She goes weak
at the sound of his words.
His ramblings send her.
For instance, she remembers
the words he spoke
last November,
looking at her,
he had said,
'Life's not a rehearsal
the work we do
in the here and now
is benediction.'
To her,
it sounds like a validation
of years
of struggle.
She wonders...
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She thinks of fusion then fission
She goes weak
at the sound of his words.
His ramblings send her.
For instance, she remembers
the words he spoke
last November,
looking at her,
he had said,
'Life's not a rehearsal
the work we do
in the here and now
is benediction.'
To her,
it sounds like a validation
of years
of struggle.
She wonders...
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her name is Edith