A Friend's Poem (Literally. That is not a Title).

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A Friend's Poem (Literally. That is not a Title).

Wordshaman
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since 2000-01-17

Posts 110
Illinois, USA

0 posted 2000-01-22 06:48 AM

I found this little treasure in a notebook of one of my acquaintances. He wants you to rip this piece apart; he knows it needs a lot of work. I can't begin to say what should be done with this piece. Do with it what you will, and respond quickly, deadly, and often. Thank you.

--Wordshaman

"Untitled"

Reggae beat in my sexed-up ears,
And the clouds coming from the southeast.
The day is spent like a south side whore.
And the sun is the battery.
I wish I was laying in a sea of lust,
For my smile would be as a lazy tree.
The days run by,
And thoughts of you roll by like sage.
Fantasy languish in mystery;
Dreams drown in depression;
My arms are empty with rose memories;
And my body aches with sexual frustration.
Desert mountains are my silent thoughts,
For that's what it's like; loneliness.
Every night I hope and dream of your sandy hair,
For what is a long distance love.
Miles separate our souls;
Thoughts bind us in mental roots;
Mere memories keep the allure glued;
Your voice is a beacon of dimming hope;
And all that's left is an ashtray of nothing.

Copyright 1999
John Francis

[This message has been edited by Wordshaman (edited 01-22-2000).]

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