Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Danger paced...
Are they viewing life,
From limitations of race!
Made important by those hating.
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If people were to come out of their closets...
Millions would find
They can exchange similar wardrobes!
Especially a taste for kinkiness,
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You're too light to handle me!
I need someone with backbone.
If that someone is going to call me their own!
Wishy washy folks do nothing for me at all!
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A shrinking sentiment prompts lament.
Conversations drift,
To lift even listless leaves...
From these hot air breezes.
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Behind the walls shut eyes stare.
Closed to imagination...
And opened to self depreciation!
Stopped and blocked,
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I came to want to taste your toes...
Back then!
I came to want to see you bare,
Often!
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There is nothing in the shadows,
Yet they run to them and hide.
Nothing there subsisting with substance...
A suspicion fits in this existence...
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You call me a dog.
But you don't give me any meat.

You hear me bark at night.
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Someone who has made mistakes,
And has admitted them...
Whether publicly,
Or in private conversation...
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Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
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