Dorsey Baker Poems

you wear lipstick
your lips colored blue
your eyes bloodshot red
your face colored pink
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Look at us
we are clean
we are clean
we don't want
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Its the level of your thinking
that determines
the level of your life
think small
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I see your skeleton
through your flimsy clothes
because you are
wearing clothes
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Baby the rain is pouring
down upon us
as our skin begins to touch!
we start to fall in love
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Baby I'm watching you
watch yourself
sweat in the sun
Baby don't let the rabbit run
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Graceland Graceland
home of Elvis
home of the king
I can still hear the songs
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You stroke your
salt and pepper
colored beard
your weathered face
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As poets as people
we don't all
come alike
some come like this
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The deadly snake
is checking its radar
looking for something
to attack
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