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Dead in - summer Hurts the Sun -
all this Streaming - deaf on Grass -
Hedges - of distraught - Attention -
all - these People walking - Home

Breaking up with Poetry!

one

How 'bout a kiss my sweetest -

dearest!

Draw in all close-like - now!

For -

When I open my little mouth,

I know you want to punch it!

   Aroo!   Aroo!

 You dirty little skank!


two

A metaphor for a snowy day:

The snow falls down in heaps and bales,

And through it you must tread.

Sometimes you’d like to all your life,

 But most of the time not.
 


three

When your sister walks by

  I look

   isn’t that enough

baby?


four

Would that we could hold onto gold,

Would that we could pray,*

Would that we could keep it that way,

Would that the flame would last.#


* the “meaning it” kind of praying.
# you see why it's over, right?  I mean, this poem blows.


five

Star Blar Ting Tang,

Rang Tang girl Blang!

Bloog Blog Black Blug,

I think we should see other people.


six

Never say I've wasted your time,

I’m sure you’ve learned a touch -

As far as all I didn’t do,

I’d do the same again.


 
seven

THAT’S ADORABLE – YOU

THOUGHT WE HAD A CHANCE!

WHAT, FOREVER?



eight

All forgotten for

Recollecting Just

  a Paltry One – All

forsaken for

Just a stranger’s  - new

     accompanying -

And I’m afraid

that Stranger isn’t You.

What?  You

don’t like Emily Dickinson

- you Sexist?
 

nine

When I open my little email box

It’s not my fault if my

 little heart bumps a beat

to see her name

- It is?

Well how do you

think I feel -

She hasn’t written back

in a while.
 

ten

What can I say when

I see you cry?

what more than

tissues can I give?

You might be sure

you hate me now,

But then I myself

am rather sure

You'll find cause to hate

again.


eleven

Your face is so pretty

I’m sure you’ll love again!

They’ll be buying you beers at bars!

And laughing at all your jokes!


Why didn’t I say anything about your legs,

you ask?  No, I just thought that your best...

Oh screw it -

Your face is all you got.