Bull Hawking Poems

I am an ex John Doe

Really.....that used to be my name
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i fell outa a well worn sky
where gray tried to order the day
an arcing flash of jagged light
like a searing Searcy spitting dark
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We make love our meteor shower
While.Venus lathers us like soap
Don't bid farewell my cosmic power
We'll make fire with galactic rope
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I'd be funny if it didn't hurt like being drug through the dirt
Seeing you starving to steak out his place
If the stakes weren't so high I'd pole vault a steer
We were both just newspaper men
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I never get my fill

I come to you like a fat boy
Bluffing a buffet
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My morning movie's you asleep
Twirl your lazy locks
Kiss your burnished brow....to rouse
We'll sip a second cup....aft deck
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I've decided to give you outer space
For Christmas
But it's damnable hard to wrap
At least at warp speed
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I thought about all the things I loved
And left
I ought to feel guilty for leaving the ones I loved
I loved being loved
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I'm. Marooned, I'm marooned

On your heart in June
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Sometimes I present with gravitas

Sometimes with abitis
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