Dean Meredith Poems

Did he chase her?
Or did she chase him?
Night after night
Day after day
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The blade cuts through quite well
Silver strong and thin beyond
All denial of what it might do
Fine bone handle of disconnect
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There was no serenade,
Because he was not amused,
In a tangled moment,
With a twisted mind,
...

So
I wrote a poem
And screened it
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All dolled up
Peroxide and glow
Permanent pouts
Red lipstick
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That night
She took them all in
A shamble of strangers
And shone them a garden
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Oh I love you dearly miss
Though you frustrate me so
I am full of faith in you
As thoughts go to and fro
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