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Everyone

Is
a
golden link
in the chain
of my good.

Florence Scovel Shinn

Why not

might
as
well
believe
it

I thought I was

You say I'm intelligent
and
you consider it
a compliment

You tell me my
writing
shows
creativity

and

That
I
should

"Do something"

with it

jo�

Socio-what?

Slash
and burn

tell me
to count
to three

because
really

it
won't hurt a bit

trust you

it's alright
you won't
ever
hurt me

borderline
personality
what

molested

raped

o

you made that up

i
?
see

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Molotov cocktail

Let's see
you say
you won't ever
use me

I've heard that before

From the person
that took the most

You've tried to warn me
about reasons why
I might not
want
to hook up with you
albeit physical
not mental

The afternoon
is good for kisses
and you always
have the convenient excuse
of your wife
to get back to

Am I still
just an idiot
blindly believing
though i know
I oughtn't

Have I learned
nothing

I don't know

The last time
I
was poised
in
this position
I had
nowhere
near
not
remotely
close
to the desire

I feel now

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Diamonds Mean Nothing To Me
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Oh My God- If There Is Such A Thing

jo©

My
ex-wife is getting
re-married

I feel sorry
for her new wife

We have gay marriage
but
not gay divorce
in
Massahusetts

Her life
will be
a living hell
from here on in

My Time

jo©




I
have to cry
at night
when
everyone else
is asleep

There
is no one
to hold me
then
to tell me
not to worry

I
cry
at night
so that
in the day
everything
will be
alright

Too Much To Ask

All
i
ever
wanted

was

to
marry
a
man

and

have
a
baby

and

share
a
life



jo©

Body Memories

She came
Up for air
With the salt marsh
Of her lover's patch
Smeared
Across her face

The imprint
Of her lover's breast
Still
Filling
Her mouth

With everything
So sweetly
Fused
In her brain
She needn't have wondered
How to call
These
Memories up
At will

Instead

With her lover
Long gone

It was
Impossible
To keep
The
Impressions
Down

No These Are Not The Eyes I'm Referring To

These are my eyes colored to illustrate the following poem.

I have a photo of those eyes but chose not to use them.

My eyes are Scotia Blue according to the person with the Carribean Blue ones.

But you will have to judge for yourself.

I can't tell.

I Did

Did
You
Ever
Want
To
Believe
Everything
Someone
Said
Just
Because
Their
Eyes
Were
So
Blue?

So
Azure
That
One
Couldn't
Believe
They
Would
Conceal
The
Truth.

Orbs
So
Carribean
In
Color
It
Seemed
They
Couldn't
Possibly
Be
Real.