Jason Caporaletti Poems

I want the eyes that see all
all that is good,
all that is,
The eyes that see no evil
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Fleeting figments of imagination keep me company
as I retreat to the limitless prison of phantasmal fantasy.
A prison made of three walls and a television,
the true sorcery of the screen is not how it imitates reality,
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Thump-thump, Thump-thump, Thump-thump

On the I-5
going 35
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I see my teacher lecturing
but I am filled with doubt
No way the world's so relative
as he has so laid out
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click-pop
click-pop
two gunshots
eye to eye
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All remains
her perfume in my clothes
her lipstick on my cheek
her scent on my fingers
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You say, listen to you
No way I'm gonna trust you to show me what's true,
but that's what you tell me to do
Fine, I guess I'll do it
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This is for the shrinks.
Help they would
if they could,
but pre-canned words are impotent
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Rise and yawn
at crack of dawn
your work begins
'til clean kitchens
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