Poet Dragon Poems

'What's Up? ' You ask as I walk into the shop.
I tighten my coat a bit, smiling oddly.
A dozen thoughts, old humor, buzz through my head.
My blood pressure, the hair on the back of my neck,
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Poetry has no simple explanation,
no words to describe how words can describe
or the evokation it causes of emotion and thought
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Nothing to focus on,
except the dull ache
growing in your bones
so everything itches
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Anything but this feeling
the heart holding out for happiness
I'd rather let the cold come
and carry me away
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Here the chains lie, sleeping only
clinking gently on the ancient stonework
steadily beating away, tink, tink, tink
With each massive breath and flutter of scales
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Feels like I'm going through this alone all the time.
I know what I want, what I need, who doesn't?
But how do I get it? Where do I look?
They never taught me the how to tell someone you're interested.
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The winter wind is wonderfully warm today,
clouds, contrails mostly, criss-cross the sky,
white spaghetti in blue sauce, and spicy
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Night-blue, starlit river
like a ribbon across the rugged land,
reflecting a transition of the heavens
traveling from night into morning
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It is black here, between the stars. You tend to assume while standing on Earth, even on the darkest night, that there is a background glow of stars everywhere. That there is always enough light to see something. True enough, if there were something close enough to see.

My suit is silver and sure, hugging me warmly. Reassuring me with the gentle hiss of fresh air. There is a lifetime warranty stamp on the inside of my helmet, so I'm relaxing. It's a Braurman Deepspace Special, a good brand name and a good model number. The light on the inside of the helmet would last a year on its self-contained battery, but I turn it off to enjoy the faraway scenery.
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