Barry Van Allen Poems

Hold on to your privates...
perhaps, the last chance you may have,
to keep the baby and the water,
- - - somewhere near the bath.
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I suppose I should be thankful,
that you're not ' oozing ' on my floor,
- - - you're SO full of it,
that I doubt that even you,
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It really won't be long until I'm older,
with every year that passes, I can see,
the life-times I have wasted,
although, I am only weeks from '23'.
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When I was ' something-teen' ,
she was everything that I believed in,
- - - I gave myself to her,
My broken heart took years to lose,
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Everybody wants to grow up in the Sixties,
even those whose date of birth is solid in the Nineties.
That Twenty - Twenty hindsight,
is very, very, blurred.
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Put that paste back in that tube,
Put that sound back in that bell,
Put that spilled milk in those shards,
'cause I don't want to go through hell!
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From incidental passage,
came the vision of a dream,
an angel of the wind.
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I could have been big enough,
I could have been mean enough,
I could have been plenty nasty,
BUT, I'm the guy that waited,
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There she goes again,
she just passed through my mind,
I can't see which way to go today,
... her love no longer mine.
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The sky is not very far from there,
you can almost reach and touch it,
until that is experienced...
there is no way to explain it.
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