Simon Collins Poems

They always talk about you
But now full waxed and high
The maddened crowd don't notice
You've captured the lonely sky
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I could get raging drunk
or blindingly high
oh choice! you seasoned tempter
please don't curse or sigh
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Sometimes I cross that line
In my mind
that seems fine
but to you
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Don't go
all hard
or vicious
stay soft
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I couldn't be there
present and accounted for
to take one for the team
keep those wolves from the door
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I walk away
into the night alone
your tobacco tongue
licks the lips of fate
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No family
comes to love
though called
low and above
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I now declare battle!
Put my heart in its case
All wrapped in armor
Made from diamonds and grace
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From the
Mouths like bottom dwelling fish
Turned down and tight
More than three syllables never sounds right
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