Wes Thompson Poems

I followed her through the crowd
it was lovely and confusing
watching as she disappeared
and reappeared
...

I got your letter
but it wasn't what I imagined
I read it twice
probably
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between drinks you were alone
in the crowd
and I couldn't help but notice
in a foggy sort of way
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trading hands with a hero
doesn't loosen the knot
fate slipped 'round your neck
before you were taught
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a shot of whiskey in the morning
will teach you how to say goodbye
and every step I take away from you
when the sun first licks the sky
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between the fence posts
and the road
the grass is harrow and
unsparing
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the scar that you kept
deep in your will
you want but you can't
quite keep it still
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were the last breaths you sighed
with puckered lips
so frayed and bent
as you wanted them to be?
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wipe the ashes from your eyes
and I'll find a nice place to grow old
when the world feels so whole
you find the robin makes his nest
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I had climbed a great mountain
and burned alive in the sun
in my brother's worst nightmare
my body becomes undone
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