Anthony Fortunato Poems

having never done what I should
doing things the hard way
only to find I come up short.
settling for less
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I don't know
if I can jot stuff down
Make it sound pretty
by turning words round
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Some people go missing
they aren't really gone
they just fade away
we start to not matter
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Down on Dearney
hope falls slanted
through crooked slats
of tin houses
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Distant chasms of black glass
hum lowly in the moonlight
birds overhead and
long legged animals
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If you must know
its always been you
from the day I was ten
and you came and sit upon my lap
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Dan the Danish heads into town
buying pumpkins and flowers
whatever's around
Popping in and saying hello
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Same simple emotions
Rubbed raw again
Same stupid mistake
I'll make again
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We have an agreement she said
He does what he wants
and so do I
I stays out of his hair
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All the beautiful things
All the horrors we create
Gives me the feel that I don't
Don't know what's out there
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