Eddie Roa Poems

What have I gotten myself into?
A commune of faggots, dilettantes,
Men In mistaken milieus
Ladies feigning radical chic
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I espied a red glint
In between the cracks
On the wooden panels
Of a locked up closet
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The foothills are rueful and evasive today
Their outline glow seems palled and
The twilight reluctant to give up the light
The sun a dull emboss on weak pink,
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Tell him not to go
Tug at his coat sleeves
Cry out in plea
Won’t you?
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Hey! I saw you
I told the breeze as he swooped
And lifted a lady’s skirt
With no one seeing us
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Sparrows in my mind
Scratching for ort
Stirring a host
Crowding in my bowels
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I lived in depths of a hundred fathoms
Where days are dark and cold
Darting shrimps leave silver streaks
The only light to be seen at noon
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Stranger from the highlands and cold climes
Your gaudy costume and cleated shoes
Speak of romance and never ending adventures
What can you tell me of the land that you came from?
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The frog proclaims unabashedly
Within hearing of everyone
He brags that he has paid his dues
And did it even before the last hour,
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