Rob Knetsch Poems

time
to get rid of all
those words
those many words
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slick styled
slippery minded
eyes and ears
everywhere
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digging
with my hands in the soil
crawling
through the black mud
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tracking the traces
with an old eyeglass
reading the imprints
of long ago trespass
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would you believe this?
in a place very well hidden
deep down in hard rock
like a cold and dark cave
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if there were the right words
to capture, to hold
all the lifes that have lived
all the blood spilled
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it could have happened to anybody
it could have happened to you even
but it happened to me, of course
on this day, one of those black days
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Sun rises this morning
painting streaks of gold
through blue dye of sky
interrupted by cotton
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one night a long time ago, although it feels like yesterday
we could feel it coming, creeping up on us behind the corner
it was dry, it was raining, i don't remember, maybe it was windy
but it became obvious that this was the beginning, the start of
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i am a ladies man, a girl chaser
waiting for some birthday sex
on a triple trouble flesh parade
this wicked weekend of special love
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