Carsten Thomsen Poems

Those eyes
of a girl
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She was black.
A salvation army nun,
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And while the moon
and hidden stars
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Walking home
I saw the stars
appear.
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I smoked a joint
at my granddad’s deathbed.
In the living room of
childhood memories
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Under constant barrage
of your texted
accusations
I stood my ground
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Dug in deep
verbal trenches

Two sentences
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From my porcelain throne
Overlooking bathroom tile
wall
through whose window
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The naked
Virgin
Paper

Taunts
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Numerous
nutjob
predicted and
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