Jose Joy Poems

Here I stand on a lonely cliff
looking down upon the waves
crashing onto heavy boulders
in this cold evening
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A chocolate,
A smoke,
Sounds for the soul,
A vista,
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As my dirty feet rest on your chest
I feel the hate of the fresh paint running through
But I know you recognize my warmth
Even after time has worn out so much.
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I awoke feeling inebriated,
Not the usual hangover
But as if I was freshly drunk,
I got up and looked outside; I smiled.
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Wanting to see my ‘self’,
I bought a Mirror
For my new city room;
Didn’t pay in cash,
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