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I beg you, do not wait ‘til winter comes,
And trees regret the leaves they left to fall,
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This love is an extended metaphor,
perhaps claiming that a bumblebee
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October was conker month;
we always waited a little too late—
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It was the sort of day that dreams might mould—
The wind had turned a lovely shade of cool,
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No, you never did bother to learn my name—
me with the ugly yellow of cicada wings bursting
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This overbearing mother of a mist— Who dreams she wraps us softly in her cloak—
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There are jackdaws on the roof— heard, not seen—their clatters rattling
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I could jump— no, not to die—
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When my skin grows tired of being creased,
And when I’ve lived my life for all its worth,
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There’s a poem in the rhythm of the ticking of the clock
as she beats out gentle midnight into supple sheets of black;
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I’ve never asked you,
never dared to ask you.
by chugglepuff
66 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 7 8:04 PM 2008
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Do you remember Cardigan Street? The gingerbread bricks, stale and crumbling,
by chugglepuff
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 21 3:53 PM 2008
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We are incisions that cannot hurt,
spite from a man too vapid
by chugglepuff
29 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 17 3:12 PM 2008
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Old woman, do you still stand naked in the mirror
just to see if this skin is really yours?
by chugglepuff
19 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 14 6:14 PM 2008
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These fingers trace a foreign mask;
Whose eyes gaze on those lips, that nose?
by chugglepuff
24 lines, 6 comments,
on Aug 20 7:46 AM 2008
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I can’t look at you.
by chugglepuff
55 lines, 11 comments,
on Aug 6 6:15 PM 2008
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Back when that desert kingdom was your own,
A fishing net could be a trusty steed,
by chugglepuff
23 lines, 12 comments,
on Aug 6 4:14 PM 2008
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There are no stars tonight;
instead, we count the passing cars,
by chugglepuff
34 lines, 8 comments,
on Jul 11 7:54 AM 2008
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Take me down to the Devil’s Dyke,
where the wind is as high as the sudden shrill
by chugglepuff
23 lines, 16 comments,
on Jun 23 5:35 PM 2008
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by chugglepuff
4 lines, 8 comments,
on May 10 11:56 AM 2008
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Don’t you dare come to me
when we’re bloated and content,
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Why do you sit there and shred your sweet wrappers
like they are merely love letters
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Fence scattered by gale;
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Coming back to an empty home,
No friendly cat or garden gnome,
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by chugglepuff
37 lines, 29 comments,
on Mar 14 8:45 PM 2008
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When I read a book on neurology,
There were some things it didn’t explain,
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by chugglepuff
15 lines, 15 comments,
on Feb 26 6:33 PM 2008
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by chugglepuff
31 lines, 6 comments,
on Feb 24 6:57 PM 2008
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by chugglepuff
23 lines, 6 comments,
on Feb 23 6:04 PM 2008
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It never really hurt
when you walked in vapid
by chugglepuff
27 lines, 15 comments,
on Feb 17 6:06 PM 2008
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Teeth bitter as broken glass
stick to my soles
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Summer ruffles the air
As I sigh and I stare
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