Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I use to hate to
Re-organize
My life
For someone...
...

Hey,
Let's strike a deal here!
You promise to pretend,
You give a damn about me.
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Feed me love!
That's it.
All of those other promises,
To nourish my diet...
...

Afraid of intimacy.
A heart that has been stung,
Just once...
Becomes more suspicious,
...

Not one has ever done anything controversial.
Or knew what it was like,
To have their lives jeopardized by lies.
Or threatened.
...

September arrives and Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
...

Done-with-a-minimum.
Donewithaminimum.
Done-with-a-minimum.
Donewithaminimum.
...

When one runs up a heat,
No sweat drips sweet.
And salty come the comments,
With humidity peaked.
...

Education takes more,
Than studying to apply...
What has been written in books.
Or a selection of pre-requisites,
...

It is what it is!
If an honesty wanted is wished to be witnessed.
And regardless if facts are pushed aside to 'diss',
With a purpose to prevent that by those who deny...
...