gregory collins Poems

her tongue holds her down inside her head,
it's as if she might cry cause the rain has ended in heaven

and i drag myself along with a patriotic sound.
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My heart skipped a beat and here's the truth.
My soul is an empty church inside a crowded jail,
and i would cut my belly open to give birth to an angel.
But the stars are melting on the ground,
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There is the celebrity porcelain that has begun to rust.
There is a walk through the land of shadows and it is only the river.
There is heat and do not even mention about drowning to save the world.
There is the space between yesterday as today and the past as tomorrow.
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Wrong thing, or right idea.
Thy neighbor's wife, or stay away from breeding.
Crawling around the clockworks, or blindness between sisters and brothers.
Innocent eyes spiking your drink, or how the harbor lights of NYC like to stare.
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in the hour before dawn
hand me the sunlight equally
feel my eyes breaking when you walk out of the room
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A large pale moon enters my mind;
A mind made of shadows speaking out in their sleep,
and the evening sun has sunk to its bottom;
which floats away like a twentieth century postcard.
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It is in the south of France,
where them in congress now live.
Even some of them Senators
are down in Puerto Rico
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Such the listeners we are, like to jump off the
blue sky edge, until my thoughts grow numb.

And the light of the stars love this. As we walk
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'we have the opportunity to make America a better nation'
Doctor Martin Luther King Jr.

'there are those who look at the way things are asking why.
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What if i want to be the fingers of Jim Morrison
over a glass of bourbon. To travel like thoughts

that swim in the sea while thinking of walking
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