Steve Madden Poems

The tale of us is at an end
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
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A coin tossed
By father and son.
The father lost,
The son, won
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It is coming
Slowly, gradually
But as sure as
The next
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I hunger,
For my youth.
For those lazy,
Hazy, crazy,
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Gentle wind
Blowing
Ashes
Me
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Here I am
In Afghanistan
To protect the people from the Taliban
But
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Lying on my bed
In the dark
I have no fear
For I welcome
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Welcome friends,
And thanks for coming,
To my farewell party,
The last one of ‘em all.
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You!
Harbinger of wars
Impeder of enlightenment
I beseech you
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There is a tiny angel,
Locked away
Within a cage of ribs,
Next to my heart.
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