Taylor Jones Poems

What does she think this is anyway
some kind of flippin' game?
Played around a campground's fire?
crickets chirping all the while
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This is what I do
Don't you?
Leave me out, it's true
That's what I thought she said.
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Stone walled pipes
of rusted iron
The smell of painted wooden stairs
The summer's day will soon be mired
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I put my heart into this
I reached down through tendon and gristle
and ripped it out
and threw it at you.
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Would you still love me
if I shaved my head
and you saw the dark spot
on my bed
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I can't do this anymore
can't sit and watch you fall
I need to leave town for awhile
you know you'll be fine alone
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Man she was gorgeous,
like an angel

Smart as a whip, and witty
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It was a dream-like sequence
jumping backyard fences
in the night
technicolor flowers
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Whoever really knows
what goes
on
after class.
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on the steps
is where it happened
on the steps
he saw us
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