Cin Sweet Poems

I sat counting up all the blackeyes
i'd ever got
All the broken bones bloody noses
from all the battles i'd ever fought
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Poppy only spoke at the courthouse,
Whittling imagination leftovers, fading
Blood full of red Cherokee
His brow carved tight in apathy and drink
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Peril,
Umbrella that breaks the rain
Dry and tight, the wishing
Hungry for the sun
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shh, i to me, whistling, blowing, leaning
one day, or wide sky blue full of eternity
either, I reached up to claw my mind-itch
this, geographically half-way to my dead
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Every day another dream
of anything. everything
you imagine it might be
Every night another day
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Howling, these coyote eyes fixing on the moon,
Howling, even then, in this now weathered skin,
Wrapped much tighter, much tighter then
Much tighter around these now brittle bones
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read about me today, printed scrolling waste
something someone, I dunno, someplace said
remembering me, huh, as if I were dead
am i dead? has the medicine man killed me dead yet?
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different,
i cartwheel past,
berry-like
me a scab on your khaki eye
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If only I could
I would
pick up where
I left off when
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i'll wear my smile 'round here just like anyone, , , , , , , anyway
i'll be looking up like anyone no matter, , , , what you say
i'll take up my little space just like everyone, , , , , anyone
i'll take my time like anyone, , , , , until I'm done
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