Jon Edward Walker

you with the blonde hair
who smoked too much weed
you were my favorite.
High on cough syrup
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you're covered in bruises
and dark circles adorn both eyes
I overhear you say your name
and I feel your laughter
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I really do hate the world
all the world
except the girls
or at least their
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I find it funny
watching and hearing others
complain of hangovers
I’m always hungover or drunk
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In faraway land lies
my dignity.
My shame and love
dance together
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I feel funny
parts of me are squishy like bread dough
and others hard like a fence post
some are stringy and taught
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It will be a small flat,
inexpensive
with a decent view
of downtown
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It was me,
I raped you in the bathroom
of the gymnasium
after the rave.
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my friends a junkie now
one year ago he
was a husband
with a 2 year old kid
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I look forward to you living with me
I’m excited, scared and eager,
I love you
I just hope that’s enough
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I wash my dishes
and clean both the kitchen
and the bathroom
even the green film
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I sit here,
not alone,
so amazed at the
purity of the piano,
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I met a girl yesterday
hefty voluptuous with
beautiful eyes,
an engaging personality
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there is no hope at all
and you still try
still move on,
forward.
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I dreamt last night
of the girl whom I’m infatuated;
the poet, shy but not meek
sweet, kind
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funny how incredibly
rude women can be to each other
one day, then
best friends the next
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I still taste wine on my breath
it’s sour now
not the sweet bliss
it was yesterday
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I could be alone
like you,
I could be strong,
like you
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That cypress boat is drifting,
drifting with the flow:
fretful, fretful, I cannot sleep,
as if from a painful grief,
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A gay man slept in my bed last night
he was reading comic books last I remember
before falling asleep
we’ll not really reading, just looking at the pictures.
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