Warren Augustus de Guzman Poems

A lover's date on Monday,
(Friends want Monday this week,)

Dinner w/ fam on Tuesday,
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God's number is seven,
Satan's number is six.
Satan is quite even,
God does odd tricks.
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'May I take your hand and hold it in mine? '
'As long as you never let go.'

The words shattered his spine.
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I saw you today on the curve of the road,
Going to the place you go to everyday.
You waived hello and bid farewell,
“Just like the beattle song”, you used to say.
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Typing gets really frustrating,
On a keyboard where the R button just won’t bite
No matter how hard you type, pressing furiously with
Each finger, the R button never bites.
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Sifting through the recesses of my absent minded cranium
I find curious philosophies on how my world should work.
I blunder through them in an effort to quell the emporium
But the ideas shoot past me in patterns forming a smirk.
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Walking down the street
My eyes scan the road
And noticed how the light
Attached itself to a girl.
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In the solitude of my heart
I wonder how my body gets from point a to point b
how, day after day, it survives the monotony
The grind that is known as my life…
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Numbers on the counter
In the gym,
On the scale,
On the box of cereal,
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What do I do for a living?
I talk
Talk, talk, talk and talk
And write.
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