November has passed us by and I have all of the poems written down. So now I go forth with the final movement of my "30 in 30" project; "The Great Purge"!
"Blackberries have thorns for a reason"
a worlds roundness,
soft flap of wings,
dimples with no imperfection
you are the greatest link
in my short thick chain
poised in your silence
cold in your anger
you are
the sleekness of water,
the warmth of the fire.
Mad/Sad
I was in a different room
when I said that.
you were miles away from now.
still I ask that you come back and finish the job
Violently rip my Ribcage,
Tear wildly through my flesh.
Take your beloved trophy,
Made at home in my breast
/
wind can't get through my hair
but it tickles my face all the same
the burn in my thighs
comes with no pain to my soul,
I run to forget/remember
where/who I am.
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I am a man of history,
past and present
world of opinions
views from the outside
my facts are from
grips, sniffs, stares, tongues, music
my structure is a tent
hy address is everywhere.
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