Dan Brown Poems

Three little words,
that mean so much.
Surpassing sex and
every gentle touch.
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Beneath my pillow lay my fears.
Beneath my pillow lay my teeth.
Beneath my pillow is where I hide
when it is solace that I seek.
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I see him as I walk in.
I see him looking at me.
He sees me looking at him, too.
He looks away instantly, and so do I.
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C is for crying which hurts so much.
C is for collapsing, of all I touch.
C is for curling, tight in a ball.
C is for collision, right into a wall.
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You.

You’re my rock.
My endlessly ticking
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A car came hurtling towards me, and,
like the lazy, languid being that I am,
I decided I’d get a lift to the point
20 metres down the street where
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We never will forget those
Bombs.
The ones in cars.
The ones in bags.
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Midnight moon creeps through the window
and finds a hunched figure in the corner.
They cast a hunched shadow on the floor.
Desperate to hide, they withdraw more.
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I wonder how it got here.
It must have parasailed.
It must have crashed landed.
It’s parachute must’ve failed.
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A little boy sits in the street,
Six feet tall and size 12 feet.
Six feet tall and size 12 feet,
A little boy sits alone in the heat.
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