David DeSantis Poems

Love,
is a twisted game of words.
Defined by the actions we speak,
I know of no way to compromise
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I'm sliding off the rail
from which a mind
used to hang,
dripped in perspiration
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In a roundabout fashion
propose if I may,
That today be a day
Of hedonistic conjecture.
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From the first breath
as a little child,
all i have ever known
has been you
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Nights mist
around my eyes

very similar to the fog
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Sameness sets,
when unable to vocalize
the thoughts
that pursue it near.
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Death to the tailor who made this suit.

I think to myself,
while nervously shuffling plain white index cards.
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Delirium,
Misfiring bearings.
Opiate,
She power’s my train.
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I’m a train track
With a knack
for coffee.
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Never really one
for popularity contests
yet somehow
popularity found me.
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