Juan Olivarez Poems

Wet sloppy kisses, on my face,
Tongue working up and down.
Out in public what a disgrace,
But there's just no way that I will frown.
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Well, to start off with, there's the Alaskan city of,
Anchorange.
Or when you meet a few loudmouths they can get,
Borange.
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Drinking my coffee,
Under my elms,
On a humid,
Valley morning,
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I was only
Ten years old.
When I first saw
The funny blue balloons.
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Growing up in our family
Was fun for our kids.
my wife and I
Had six children
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I looked for you
I looked everywhere
In the house
You weren't there.
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September
Is my month.
Virgo
By birth.
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I ask for little
Or maybe I ask a lot.

I ask for gentle sunrises,
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Habits die hard.
Alcohol, tobacco, drugs.
Like an old man,
Taking a last drag,
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Six in the morning I rush out of the sack,
Ignoring my knees, how they feel.
But I need hot coffee, hot steaming and black,
And start in on my bowl of oatmeal.
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