Eric Cockrell Poems

'always going, never arriving.'
i've thought about this one
for a while
and i think there's another step!
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i don’t do hate
i don’t judge
i don’t give answers
to questions i cant answer
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a world full of
Chernobyls...
one big nuclear garden...
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i've had half a dozen
or more sets of people
come in today talking
about going back to a
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they call it getting older,
i call it rust!
or maybe autumn leaves,
and the promise of snow.
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break a string...
you string, and re-tune.
play when you want,
play all night.
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the greatest heroes
in America today...
are the single moms,
out there, fighting and
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heat lightning...
we speak hollow words,
build hollow houses,
live hollow lives.
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i am... then,
the fallen sparrow,
the broken pane,
the house where no one lives!
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you cannot define me,
put me in a box.
you cannot restrain me,
cannot mold me, or shape me.
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