Jay Spence Poems

Angels sang to me today.
Their voices carried in
From a garden to the east.
Sweet hymns filled my senses
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Stab me [once again]
With cherry-lipped syringes
Inject emotion designed
To disguise the opiates
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Typical day:
67 degrees, light rain
The dullest shade of
Watered down gray
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Desolation
Endless miles of air
Compact and suffocating
With invisible beings
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With the heart of a holocaust
It's no wonder my pale skin
Is black and swollen with truth.
Open wounded scars revel
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A Collection:

Throw me down your rope
Tomorrow will never come
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