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(NOT SO) BLOODY AWFUL POETRY |
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by Douglas R. Harrison |
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Along the Path (4-98) |
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The strobe light night sky Guides me down the path. Singing crickets Hypnotize the night. A dog, somewhere, barks At the unknown. The late train Warns them not to be late.
In my footsteps I hear nothing. In the background I hear nothing. In my sight I see nothing. In my thoughts I hear you. I see you. I feel you. I want you. |
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Relief or Disbelief? (11-98) |
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I'm lying huddled Under my heavy covers With the smell of winter Blowing in the window. Wake up or go to sleep? Begin my life without you Or return to it once more?
I'm walking down The long straight sidewalk With my unshaven face And dirty blue sweater.
From the distance, Within my heart, I hear you whispering, "Everything will be OK." And I sigh. |
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