Damn it is still National Poetry Month. ??
Here is some tripe I wrote.. think of it as a “Beat” poem.. it goes down easier that way.
Head over Heels
Hand over fist
Foot in Mouth
Hand to mouth
...death
DeRex
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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Ok, shit-head, here's another p.o.s.
Perfect Dream
The woman dressed in black,
Returned, again, today.
She stole herself a kiss.
Then wished herself away.
Then came her destruction.
I couldn't shut it out.
I tried to tape my eyes closed,
And lock away the doubt.
But night came, oh, so quickly.
And soon I wasn't real.
And now the worms of her decay,
Are the only things I feel.
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