Eric Gibson

Between you and me...
I always wanted a woman
who I could read poetry and
share my omniscient sense
...

I juggle thick red carpenter pencils
between my fingers.
Only one cigarette today.
...

A sick lust
Stretching past seas and cell phone receptions,
With sleepy-eyed wings of dreaming.
...

Tell me enough,
Tell me with appealing definitions
Of the innate purity of the twenty-somethings
Who mill about you.
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I smile sometimes,
Because she's everything that
Is beautiful;
Everything that I
...

I watched him and his
Notebook and
His skinny legs
Crossed at the knees.
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I sometimes wished she would
cheat on me.
I'd sit with repulsive wishes,
'Maybe tonight...'
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As long as sports are televised,
I'll always fear the highlights.
ESPN tires me.
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I fear your pompous nature.
Yes, yours.
I fear that holy sword of criticism
You carry with savage
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We all wait for words of
Love or pictures.
Refreshing web pages over and over
Waiting for bold-printed guests,
...

Ohhh...
gi raaaan....jaaa....

Creaking voices like oaks
...

I've finally found it...
The hollow pit of silent
indifference.
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I'm slowly rocked to sleep by
the way he speaks.
His broken english resembles
a long,
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Oh, come on.
Haven't I pondered a single
glorious notion all day?
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Did someone look upon my
teenage thrashings and
breathe impatiently?
...

Keep your shrewd pedantics
all to your self.

Swallow your excessive wails
...

My chest flash-boils when hurtful
things are said toward me.
Did you know that?
...

Won't be long now.

I know,
crouching among the bushes
...