Adam Watson Poems

Fewer secrets among the pack -
impossible to feign some fake emotion,
so don't perjure yourself, don't even try.
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That vintage bottle of Suicide,
acquired abroad or gifted, discreetly
saved for such occasions
as we measure these moments
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The guess work of gifted flowers
and quiet gestures will win out,
but that's OK. Besides...
the latest sense of normal feels jarringly
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Not found at sea level. No
where is provided
a chance to wander
the distance between below
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Tricks an mpty bldg
so screams can be hart
sharp twistid pieces
all cutnhurt
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Talisman are like three for a dollar
but they won't do a thing
until pressed into the palm of an unsuspecting
and told something unimportant
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