Month: May 2013

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she wanted to learn a love song
till love turned into a noun
while looking for a verb.

what’ll he do
alone
on a full moon Saturday night?

a tisket a tasket
no and no
peace does not reside in a basked.

are you still here?
da
ta ta ta
da

speaking softly?
breathing slowly?
listening clearly?

tweet
tweet tweet

(that’s all folks

she really only wanted
one
last
tweet)

.

how to approach you
Death Keeper
the poet says rant
the preacher says kneel
and sometimes some say
“allow me to age
with dignity
and die
with a smile

that says
“thank you”

you who know who

(“i got that smile
from you”)