Jon Edward Walker Poems

I wash my dishes
and clean both the kitchen
and the bathroom
even the green film
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I sit here,
not alone,
so amazed at the
purity of the piano,
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I met a girl yesterday
hefty voluptuous with
beautiful eyes,
an engaging personality
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there is no hope at all
and you still try
still move on,
forward.
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I dreamt last night
of the girl whom I’m infatuated;
the poet, shy but not meek
sweet, kind
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funny how incredibly
rude women can be to each other
one day, then
best friends the next
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I still taste wine on my breath
it’s sour now
not the sweet bliss
it was yesterday
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I could be alone
like you,
I could be strong,
like you
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That cypress boat is drifting,
drifting with the flow:
fretful, fretful, I cannot sleep,
as if from a painful grief,
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A gay man slept in my bed last night
he was reading comic books last I remember
before falling asleep
we’ll not really reading, just looking at the pictures.
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