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<a name="#fifty four"> Sleep the Sleep.... </a> I wrote a pile last night, read some more and drank some more I wake up an hour after she goes to work and get my kid to school These days I want to hide behind the couch and sleep I sleep the sleep of the debtor, waiting for the knock on the door I sl...

<a name="#fifty three"> The Rising Son </a> Not a day goes by I don't think about God What it must be like to have a son and to banish all thoughts of possible failure; The social impacts The environment The temptations that surround a soul I wonder if the missing book has verses identifying his fai...

<a name="#fifty two"> Destiny </a> My name is Josh but I have a lot in common with that famous fisherman I drive a Saturn and hope to catch that big fish...uh, mammal at the shore The water is too cold and deep and to venture by boat would mean my demise I do write about the anticipation though I ch...

<a name="#fifty one"> Hansel & Gretel </a> We picked up her son and she was 3-sheets gone at six pm Trick or Treating tonight with my boy and he Cruised our neighborhood with the cam-corder just to get everyone's face on file for the pedophile trial The two of them together, my son and my nephew, ru...

<a name="#fifty"> Friday Night </a> Hands thrown up..................... ......Chin touches chest............ ...........Soaking in a pool of air. A 32" window in motion.............. ......A liquid barrage.............. ...........Intended distraction..... <a href="http://www.poetrypages.com/phpBB2...

<a name="#forty nine"> Unexpected Perfect Day </a> The precision of the perfect day cannot be co-ordinated or expected ahead of time Shopping and standing in line with the hair-flip thing going on in the full view of shoppers when I'm useless to react SH--, woman! Do you want a puddle of proto-plasm...

<a name="#forty eight"> Alaska... </a> I have blown my nose to the morning, through my kitchen window It rises, this big ball of energy- Why couldn't I take winter in Alaska and the summers in a cool cave in the woods It asks too much, demon light, forcing you out to the scrambling of a zillion feet...

<a name="#forty seven"> Mystery Lost </a> We'd smiled at each other coming and going for a couple years Never shared a drink, coffee, a conversation I picked up a factory job to make ends meet, she soon followed The first day we worked together, "Shit!" I'd spilled something hot on myself "I didn't ...

<a name="#forty six"> "LIAR!" </a> The smile and firm handshake allowed me passage through many doors Job to job to job, always promising a better life Smiles for the laughing barfly's, gently touching, red-blonde-auburn hair Nursing them with well timed humor when nothing was funny I've caressed th...

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<a name="#forty five"> Nurture (if offensive tell me and I'll move it) </a> Our big blue marble racing 'round and 'round and we mortals feel a slight breeze or more horrific winds from time to time Aero-dynamics, that's why everything fits, flows and our feet can only jump so high Stuck to the terra...

<a name="#forty four"> We Live to War </a> "To tempt danger is to gamble with your life," someone said, or something close to it We live to war- war, war, war She looks at the switchblades and larger cutlery I've brought out "He's gonna kill me, dad," she says on the phone Some sent from Italy, Germ...

<a name="#forty three"> Burroughs Was Right </a> Toe-to-Toe with a crackhead at 3am He came into the parking garage pandering to the naive with well rehearsed trials of his life I had the 12-8am slot I dropped the word POLICE and watched as he transformed into the desperate scum he was It was either...

<a name="#forty two"> It Lives </a> At night the birds stop singing and find a safe place At night the house is quiet The artificial light is cold, cold as my hands and feet My stomache is sour from drink, no dinner, arguements and unfinished sentences At night she moves like a ghost, almost translu...