Brad Blanco Poems

what is v?
can anyone explain?
no.
is it an upside down triangle?
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two barrels
cold against my head
while i wait for my imminent death
as it slowly approaches
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it dark under the bed
as it is in many other places
but this is different
a lot more eire
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hell freezing over
heaven melting
slowly it drips into earth
weighing us down
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ah the local ball field
the place to see old friends
the place to eat food
like mac n cheese
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cold wind
mixed with all kinds junk
ash, soot, rain, snow
covering the ground completely
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when you fart
people giggle

when you burp
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have you ever wondered how nature is just there?
sitting, waiting, glowing under the sunlight.
waiting for the dark to come.
so it may party.
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ping of the bat
whoosh of the ball
smack of the mitt
swish of the grass as my feet fly by
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