C Jay Caputo Poems

War is…

War is certain death
Every in hail is your last breath
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I have a vice,
It holds me down
It holds me back
It's wires attached to struts drilled by nails through a hole that leads its way through Earth
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always be careful
driving;
every Friday
going home in july,
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the riots started-
in full swing, things were hectic
quickly departed-
we we're both skeptics
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I need you I need you,
I need you, I need you.

I need your head on my chest
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The sunrise,
Which you like to drink your coffee, and smoke your cigarettes to,
Blinds me.
So to those who depend on the kindness of strangers.
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Poetry to me
Is music
Is spoken word not a genera?
It's my blue bird
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Oh sweet heroin, let me be
Please step back so I can breath
Close my eyes and go to sleep
Find my self so I'll find peace
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My mind is quick
And now its sick
And oh, its so disgusting-
My bodies old
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Swing notes and Anarchist
Day dreams and nightmares, scream

There is no vote we an cast to stop poverty,
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