Tailor Bell Poems

Every night I must give up to
the next day
Grow tired, retreat and fade away
My heart calling out for more time
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Out of my mind
Dug her up again
Her shiny coat
Pulled tight
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Where ever she has gone
Is there a thought of me
As she looks up, or down
From my palm the old stone
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There I was hammering nails again
into the highway
When Marge walked up from behind
'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? '
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Beyond my upper deck
Before the open bay
Large houses line wide canals
Persistent molars of a near edentulous jaw
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preferring not to read between the lines
but rather to witness the carnage, the visage
face to face
on the fast rollercoaster
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In twilight days of half meals
We gathered weapons in, anger
Long stilled into vaporous ether
Whisked away unseen, a constant
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Far from the feast of nine delights
From full ponds lillied in shimmering light
And boastful gods in vineyard white
We whisper approaching dawn
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Faeries lie
And tell mortals
They care not
For it, yet
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Here on the surface of the sun
Its hard to remember what you were concerned over
Ten thousand degrees or more
Inside hosts of hot-house cooks abound
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