new poem....from "Bathroom Graffiti "

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Sitting in a motel waiting for the news
It is downpouring
outside
I feel trapped
as i sit
in this
seedy run down motel room
waiting
for the cops to catch you
or for someone
to kill you
whichever
comes
first

I told you not to trust me
but you did it anyway
& that is your bad
& all that money
i stole from...
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nymph in white

In the wood
this night
by the pail moonlight
lies the nymph in white
waiting

& minstrels sing
of glorious things
of the nymph in white
waiting

& the sacrifice you see
is not determined by you or me
while the moon shines bright
but by the nymph in white
waiting

new poem....from "Bathroom Graffiti "

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$ 150 an hour & all I got is this song
I puke midnight
all over your lovely
piss stained floor
light another cigarette
& try to forget..
the hookers loved the needles
& tried to pretend
every dick
they had to succumb to
was one
their eyes glazed over
reminded me of doughnuts
& i figured the cops had shown up
for a free...
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5

13 steps to nowhere

Sometimes when the whiskey is gone
& the air is cold & thick with silence
I caress the edge of the blade
like the flesh of a long lost lover
& reminisce of the days we danced
with the promise of comfort
& peace for my soul

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4
Lost Boy
playing three card monte
with a loaded deck
& the bartender's girlfriend
won't leave me alone
so I'm getting
my drinks for free
you see me
and in your
mother's womb
sense my damage
& in these sweltering
endless nights
we sweat through
the sheets
as you try to make up
for all the fucked up things
that have happened
in my life...
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Contemptible You
You tattooed
my affections
with all the
delicacy
of a meth addicted sadist
with daddy issues & a jackhammer
your ink
a mixture
of nightshade & cyanide
seeped from your lips
& into my pores
in [toxic] ating me.....
nicotine scented swirls
& ethanol procured smiles
lead to ecstasy induced spasms
little deaths
of my soul

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5

Funky town

Like a poetic whore
I drink the wine
while the girl next to me
chases rabbits in her dreams

The dumpster is our castle
& I her crimson king
& she my red Queen
& for each other
we bleed

we live in a world
where only poets know
& when the sun peeks over
the suburban dawn
we mingle with the pleasant...
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Born from the soul of the death of her dragon the Phoenix arose & took flight

...from "Bathroom Graffiti "...

4

Just a warm body
When you invited me over
i thought that you wanted
to see me
but when i saw
the sadness in your eyes
while we were making love
i realized you
just didn't want to be alone

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Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who likes my poetry...if you would like to comment on Amazon it may help to sell my book "Bathroom Graffiti" my poets name is Terry Smith...thank you & I will post something new soon :D

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