Cat Reina Poems

I may never be a
Dickens, Lawrence, Keats, or Brodsky
I may never be a
Ginsberg, Kerouac or Hemingway
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Smoking Marijuana?
Well it's a bit like jazz
You only listen to it to make you happy,
give yourself an up
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arrive at your scene
with the poison already in my veins
A quarter to Nine
with the light still glowing
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The nights being itself tonight
With the wind blowing against
The shutters that cover the holes
And there behind those I lay awake
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helm
helm helm
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When I leave this town
I'm not sure how I will feel.
I do want to explore
the Pacific coast
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From time to time
You feel the urge to read
At the bank
Of The River Bed
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Riding through country roads today
the biting cold on my cheeks and arms
I know it is fall
the leaves are starting to fall onto the groung
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I Haven't shaved in days before tonight
And how fulfilling and uplifting this event was
Even though i may have cut myself and felt dumb
In the end I felt good
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this kid told me I was dead
and at first I didn't know what to do
I was clueless
Then I got mad
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