Category: Poetry
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“Space in a city is different”
A poem written about my first few months living in a city.
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A PVC Heart
A Poem.
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Presidential Campaign
Since I am of age, here’s my campaign speech. Gawd, bless our country’s heart.
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Sharp Curves
There’s a sharp curve in the road, where I can’t not think of youThe first time I drove with you, you told me to be careful. My brother flipped his jeep there some years laterAnd I’ll always think of you when I think of how he’s still hereBut you’re goneYou passed quietlyCareful not to tell…
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The Fall
I felt it as soon as I stepped outside this morning.The crispness of the cold.The pumpkins.The dunking game.The funnel cakes.The derby exhaust.The chicken on a stick. I drove in the late morning sun, looking at each person in the cars I passed.“Do you feel it too?” I asked from my car.GodI feel so alive Why…