Dennis Go Poems

By the side
He was pierced.
Out comes
Blood, to heal
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I move these pens about...
No words, thoughts nor rhyme.
Their tears dried out years before
Though some of them, alive.
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A vagabond
Rests awhile
Atop green movements
Of pasture.
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She doesn't call.
Quite a long while
Silence beckons her
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I lay my soul
To rest
After all of
The grief
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You say I'm silent.
Out of words
And expression.
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The year has witnessed
Your scheme
Of heartbreaking
And it flickers
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Have you seen me
Drooling over silence?
I was there
Watching tenants
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Notice the place where I've fallen
Cold and dead
On an old, old tree:
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There comes a time
Of silicone bottles
And diapers,
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