Charles Dawes Poems

twisting into
a bundled mess. her eyes
follow me
out the door.
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this morning I awoke to see mr. hayte
standing over me.
he said, 'son,
your much too old to be speaking
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when I open
my mind,
all that pours out
is water.
...

well that'll be the day.
the day that all these things,
even if theyre plain lies,
will eventually come to rest.
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there is a man in my stomach.
he is not happy.
mad really.
so mad that my stomach is empty!
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when you wait too long
feelings can change,
nails grow longer (as does hair) .
but my eyes dont work quite right,
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all my words, in their different compositions
never really please me.
I am starting to think that they,
the letter formations,
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feel free to sit,
stay a while.
but please, do not
out stay your welcome.
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oh yes, the old tale of defeat.
how it rings clearly
in these ears.
a soft tune carried
...

point made.
touché my friend.
how far till we arrive?
question.
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