Robin Burkhart Poems

Stamp your feet, dance away
Leave me alone with my shame.
My, how your Irish green eyes cast a net
As I played your Castilian game.
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When I was young and stubbed my toe,
While waiting for new skin,
I'd stub it six more times before
The healing could begin.
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I couldn't lie to you
Even if you want me to
Hell, I find it hard these days
To just deceive myself.
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Fearless, as most youth can be,
I abased my dose of purity.
Spent all of my days trying to conquer the night
With reckless curiosity,
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