Poetry / sent packing

wake with one word
walk without grace
stilled speech
spilling
to your feet
on the walk down canal street
see another bit of
free life
when crossing the street
see another wish
another
bouncing wispy bit of smile
colored the shape of concrete
wandered up through
mindless manic passages
yet forgotten to use the turnstile
faultless sightless eyes
not showing any thoughts
nor any bit of desire
rushing to judgement
looking in a mirror
you can’t resist calling him
a liar

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i had a stare severely drawn out
to catch you looking at me
and all the sketches
looked like
i fell off a bike
while drunk
and can’t remember
why my glasses
are in fragments

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a couple clasps
curved yards
of fabric
stretched to
flat then thin
a few strings
to catch on
while i catch up
and hope you
no longer have
to depend on
this ill
fitting sort of
second skin

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you stood waving
at the brink of
destruction
like it was a
long lost relative

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the sum of all
the red canyons and
motorcycle
dreams
was one final
fuck
blurred
yellow lines
a border for
your eyes
your stare
a thousand meters
deep
and seeing
through all
my lies

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your arms nothing but pavement and skin
a blood transfusion
strained through cement mixers
your legs strung up at odd angles
with marionette strings
sent flying
without a care for life and limb
a tumbled sort of spin
ended up
gritty mouthed
fifty miles from tucson
with a long drawn out stare
from suns rising
above and behind
every spot
irridescent
your legs tingling
seemingly on fire
sparkling like a road flare

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December 11, 2005

Heart_of_roses

No. of Reviews	Overall Quality	Comment Followup
18	100.0% (2 votes)	63.0%

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Heart_of_roses reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

The first one confused me. Maybe if you broke the lines in a different place, it would help, but I had a hard time following where it was going. I like the last one it painted a picture of someone who fell and is now only a bloody pile of limbs on the pavement. They all seem kind of choppy, so if you wanted that feeling you acheived fully.