Not Long Left Poems

the life after your first.....

pale white hands, shaking in rhymthic despair,
sweating whiskey droplets from erupting pores,
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sharing breath,
reaching death,
together,
greeting the morning,
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in the bathroom for sure.
savage smells,
of a months saving.
food and drink galore,
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leroy the lion was toothless,
every elephant
giraffe parrrot and snake,
found this hilarious.
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tonight the sky is heavy,
my shoulders like those of
a weary memory,
drooping down towards,
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from leather seated,
ash tray- crome plated
air humidified rooms,
to,
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if i had been aboard oddyseus's battered ship,
i too would have been curious of just what,
was in the bag he held so close to his sleeping,
heaving heavy chest.
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the dandruff that falls from the frozen trees,
the fragmented remains of the shattered leaves,
the icing sugar sprinkled on the ice white grass,
the steam coming from the mulled wine glass,
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teeth like upside down mountains,
eyes like those of a frog big and bulging,
ears like played with playdo,
freckles are like a parker pen explosion,
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fingers hover above the blocks,
of letters,
moving like those of a puppateer,
hitting the keys with all the emotion,
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