Dennis Go Poems

The six-string
Played its music
A year ago.
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I, Yellow.

No different
Than others.
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You avoid me,
That's how I see it.
My thoughts...
My rhyme...
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There would be another one
In the vastly covered nightfall
To come by.
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Is it all over?

Was the time
Too short for
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Chinaware arranged
On a dining table -
A spectacle of silver
And breakables.
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I came as subtle
As my conscience;
Quiet as the pitiless
Candor of stars
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Dust blown into my eyes…
Sand grains perhaps.
Particles from the shore
Of a high-tide beach
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I cannot blame you
For your indecision.

I am of different kind
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Sleepless nights
For you, my child
And watch you
Glide soulfully
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