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Poet (Free verse) by Shardik
Hanging from the rafters with a swallowed tongue
Ugly shoes, dirty fingernails, and my fly undone.
I knew it all along, the whole time, this boy's laugh -
- is gone like an episode of "That's Incredible"...
What I was seeking found me asleep at the wheel
Head on and completely face first through the window.
Love, yeah... Like an American Express card in -
- a Turkish prison. You raped my mind professionally.
I thought often of earlier things -- Honey dew melon,
And scrambled eggs, the smell of smoke and citrus.
There are other memories too; Incest, hangovers, Â No -
fucking place to sleep, and you every where but with me.
Others will probably wish that you die alone and crazy,
but mother I want you to hear me read like a big boy.
Exempt, with nothing in between you and your first born,
but the truth, and all of the ways you squeezed me dead.
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