Nat Z. Punx

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Early Spring - Voris And Glendale - Poem by Nat Z. Punx

in the liquid lighted darkness she cried
it isn't supposed to be this hard
as i hear soulful resignation
not the acusation card
and there is nothing i can do
except watch my fautless exit evaporate
take a deep breath hold back a sigh
and focus on the gates
and i dreamed i saw st augustine
sitting on the spring street hill
and i live on the ridge above
if i'd step down i think
i may find love
but i guess i never will
so im climbing glen oak bluffs
through the mud and railroad ties
and the best thing i think i can say
is we both escaped clean without lies
and im walking the bricktop alley
45 degrees in inclination and in the air
i'm thinkin' of james and stephie
and how life sometimes ain't fair
and in this slight of hand world of trickery
there is one move i still can't snare
i still find it hard
to have a heart
and pretend that i don't care

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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