Andy Barrette Poems

I wonder if the strolling lovers
have a common ground
or if their arm candy relationship
is anything but sound.
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I'd take a swinging bench
over a stuck one any day
for its sounds that fill the silence
when I don't know what to say.
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So many things I owe to Carla
that I cannot know
because I cannot count
all of the ways that I have grown.
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Shed the fat of helplessness
and dropp it to its death.
Do all the things you'd dream to do
without another breath.
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My soul.
A deep rolling wave
reaching up to the bright blue sky,
reaching out to the coy clouds
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I want to bring it to my friends and family;
I want to bring them the joy.
I want to bring it to the city;
to a nice brick building
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Am I as fragile on the inside
as a book would say I am
or can I stretch the lengths of pain
if I do everything I can?
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Did nobody walk into the room
that nothing ever build
and share the gift of sacred love
that no one ever felt?
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It's unwise to starve your hopes
and feed your bitterness too much
yet I express my hatred with a body
that no one would touch;
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A result ensues.
It creeps over, crawls under,
striving, dying,
reaching out for me.
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