Brooke Renwick Poems

Loneliness is a festering boil.

Say the fullness of my bones,
can be whittled and honed.
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Quitting the puffer in my dreams,
but when I try my body screams.
Telling me to get some nicotine.
I have a blind spot so it seems.
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What little creatures
live in my garden?
Snails and locusts,
avail by my pardon.
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Love is in the air and,
I want to watch your derriere,
swing as you walk to the
bedroom to get changed,
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I dream in vivid color.
I dreamt of grim death.
The Reaper's henchmen,
were gathering the lame.
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Thousands of megalitres
of silted tidal surge flow in / out
between the forested mountains
and the protected bay of islands.
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My girlfriend is good to me!
Sometimes if I'm grumpy
She becomes all sulky.
I must learn to remain happy.
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Romance binds you both.
Two vested interests.
Two partners motivated.
One evolving story.
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Would you agree
that we,
[the poets]
have come to see
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Summer heat is beating me down to the ground.
The radiation of the sun melting my skin.
Winter chill is not really that chilly between sunrise and sunset.
I look forward to the fresh air as it feels clean to breath.
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