Dan Caliolio Poems

I was lonely 'till we met
Driving down a dark, cold road, wanting to hear your heart beat.
I guess I could've sent a message down your road.
please, please tell me.
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I'm the raving misconception serving as ear plugs for the deaf.
I'm the taste of respect laying on the tongue of each pulsation, every shutter, each scene.
I'm the darkest wizard in your 'party scene'
that would turn the butterflies in your stomach cold and heartless.
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Baby doll, the taste of her lips
gives me summer nights.
84 degrees and counting 'I love you's' over phone lines.
It's never too much to say
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Doctor to patient: Has it ever occurred that Angels took breaths of danger, which had you going crazy, and as you fight and dig,
they become the best sweet-talkers.
and then
you're caught, and you're done.
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Sometimes I get caught up in mess,
You know?

'Quote' Jazzy feet shivers.
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To reconnect with lost treasure, and the fair maiden.
I've got hold to my stairs,
which stare,
back there
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'And you know they say, nothing at all goes perfect like profanities.
Emily, this is for you.I'll sing you your remedy.I know you know that My heart is like the bible. Just as fragile, the questions and answers pose for forever.But when you get better, you'll see this and know, that I'm still here, sitting, writing, shaking, bare bodily worried...
but here.17 years old, and knee deep under your lips, your spell.
Because I love you.This is yours.'
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Side A:

And I'm walking, barefoot, as I'm numb from every part of my body. The balls of my feet touch bare, rough, solid cold concrete, and it's picking up dirt from every angle, because I'm dragging myself out of here, to somewhere else. I'm Exhibit A, on my shoulders? My best friend. We're eyeing the world with our baby blood-shots...and from what I'm seeing, an eagles eye don't compare to the spectrums of jumping, spinning, Warhol painted images our eyes witness.
I'm shaking, and my boyfriends on hold...his killer smiles walking like turntables back in the 90's, jammed upside down.
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‘I'm anywhere else in the world but home.
I find home in suitcases, and duffle bags, far far away.
To never land I'll escape, I've got no taste for disaster
and I'm just a liar,
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so painless that i didn't feel anything.
the poison inside my heart
caught me on the rain.
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