Richard Quinby Poems

I found your panties
tangled in
my sheets
and
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Just a quiet summer afternoon
Easy comfortable conversation
Two old friends
Catching up on each others lives
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Was my drinking,
What I fondly call
My disease,
A dam blocking
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Looking out my back window today
I saw what this season of neglect has done to my yard
The weeds running wild, the shrubs untrimmed
And all the flowers I so lovingly planted,
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There’s a cat
sleeping
in my
bathroom sink.
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We can’t go on like this
Living like two prizefighters
In this ring we call love
Locked in a clinch
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It has become a pattern;
each night I sit here at my desk
writing,
delaying going to our
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A passing phase,
Pus draining from a few
Festering sores,
A mild case of
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Two bodies
Trapped
In each others
Gravitational fields
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Am I too honest?
Do I reveal too much?
I open my veins at the keyboard,
my poems are written in blood.
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