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May 19, 2009 23:33

My Poetry

My poetry -

You'll never hear it spoken
its not meant for ears
cause sometimes they hear
the wrong thing

My words -

You'll never read them written
neither
cause eyes sometimes dont
see whats there

You might be able to smell
my poetry
it might fill the air with
sweaty
lusty breaths of life
that asfixiate your senses
and your conception of the real

my poetry might taste
like raspberry pie
the kind thats fresh
and sweet
like summer trapped in my childhood

and endless parade of
days that were never long enough

thats the power of
my poetry

it will tackle you to the ground
and kiss you in the tall spring
grasses
until your clothes
smell like dandelions
and i cant feel where the flowers end
and your thighs begin

this is
my poetry
best when im laughing
my hardest
and cant keep up with the
pangs of perfection in the everyday

the earth spinning too fast
to write it down
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