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By Jimmers
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NoWhere toLive,

ButNeverHomeless.

 

 

yawn with my mind

to see a different horizon

i stretch to swallow up

pink empty skies

they watch us as

the city dies alone

i lie down

crossed legged

wishing to be somebody else

cramped from living inside

this hoarded head

never by ourselves

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For you Father.

 

 

 

I miss you when I

wake up sweaty and

dry mouthed in the deep

of nightmares

and when I see your ashes

in the velvet verdure bag

standing guard over my room

I miss the secret resentment

we quietly held against each other

that we always talked about

and lied that it was okay

I miss you

when I see something

I smell something

that reminds me of you for

no god damn reason at all

I miss saying i'm mad at my father

and you not answering my calls

thank god we loved each other

and got along

thank you for being my papa

funny to think

that I think of you more often

now that you're gone.

 

 

 

Jimmers

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Don't be too rough please..... :):eek:

 

.....g'day......

 

 

 

as the sirens whistle by

and the sound of

wet wheels on pavement

revolves into an

urban lullaby

the generators gently

mock the sound

with a turning hum

the white scream

of airbrakes

as compressors

shake

and rattle my widows

an encore of idling engines

as the rain patters on

 

Nice :applause: How about some bawdy limericks next?

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Don't be too rough please..... :):eek:

 

.....g'day......

 

 

 

Nice :applause: How about some bawdy limericks next?

 

there once was a fellow called jeffro

liked to get inta the rum

he kept adult toys in his afro

and tried to put one in her....

:eek::blush:lol

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Don't be too rough please..... :):eek:

 

.....g'day......

 

 

 

Nice :applause: How about some bawdy limericks next?

 

there once was a fellow called jeffro

liked to get inta the rum

he kept adult toys in his afro

and tried to put one in her....

:eek::blush:lol

 

 

:o(worship)

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For you Father.

 

 

 

I miss you when I

wake up sweaty and

dry mouthed in the deep

of nightmares

and when I see your ashes

in the velvet verdure bag

standing guard over my room

I miss the secret resentment

we quietly held against each other

that we always talked about

and lied that it was okay

I miss you

when I see something

I smell something

that reminds me of you for

no god damn reason at all

I miss saying i'm mad at my father

and you not answering my calls

thank god we loved each other

and got along

thank you for being my papa

funny to think

that I think of you more often

now that you're gone.

 

 

 

Jimmers

 

I don't know poetry from pottery Jimmers but after reading this I feel like I

know your father and the relationship between the two of you.

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