Ray Mesa Poems

I saw you at the pet store
nameing all the kittens and dogs
You had on your summer clothes
I felt like saying hello to you
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Screened my Laurel
Sliding down the downward spiral
Let it fall, Let it curl
Sliding down the fire pole
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I'm in a cage with a single lock
And there are no keys
In a way, I'm stuck under a rock
And there is no one around but me
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I got a dark freckle on my face
And every day I look into the mirror
That damn mirror fills me up with such resent and hate
I just stare blankly and glower
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The lights are set on
And all the kids begin to leave
The dj says 'this is the last song'
I lean agianst the wall and begin to feel weak
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And of reasons I can't explain
Of explanations I can't detail
What seems to make most sense during fallen rain
has now become something weak and frail
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Start of a trip, we all got gathered
Took out wings and got ready for the show
I'd take your hand, but I'd rather
But I'd rather just go
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Well switching a blade from outside and in
I heard a clutter from the window seal
It was a cutting sound; it mimicked a blade across skin
It scared me to look but I do feel what I feel
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That’s not an aisle it’s a slippery road
And all I’m seeing is a collision at the end
That’s not a man; it’s a god damn boy
Trust me, I’m your friend
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Glass, selected what fills
Honest choice, Will you believe me when I'm through?
In fruition, i write often to escape but sometimes i get lost
What is known is written and shrill, comcical if given I'm much to alone
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