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Dug Up Some Poetry

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So I dug up some old poetry.

Eh.


Enjoy?


NOT AN EXIT
(an extended metaphor)

Brooding, misunderstood
or so he would believe.
Strolling through the back streets
stepping in the black puddles.
His face lit by the back door
lights, 'least the lower half.
His eyes are in shadow under his hood.
He keeps his hands in his
jacket pocket, fiddling with
his switch blade.
The sign on the door:
"Not An Exit" it reads.
Yet an unlit exit sign
resides above the knob-less door.

He looks around.
Could he have been followed?
No, hell no, no one follows here.
No one will cross him, no one
would be so bold.
Everyone might hate him
but utilize him they must.
If they turn he'll beat them,
with a pipte browned by rust.
Gruesome are his motives,
alone is his pain.

His eyes fall down
to the door as it swings.
Open, open!
To let him in at last!
He steps into the shadowed hall
unzips his jacket.
Both sleeves pulled up
he mutters under his breath:
"I'll see you on the other side..."


A Cowboy's Haiku

A draw
in the back alley
sand in the eyes of gun
Exploding sounds
the barrel's firing blast
one gunman stands.

A Boxing Sonnet

The glove flies in fast
like a falcon upon its prey.
It's in slow motion now this fray.
The cheek connects at last!
His lights all flicker and crash!
The time falls back into this day,
fist after fist, there's no stop, nay.
Against the ropes! There's another bash!
A broken rib, a swollen eye, a crack of faith.
But he finds his faith, one eye in the crowd.
His lover is crying his name so loud!
One jab, another center attack, the weight!
Off the ropes! He goes-jab, hook, jab, hook!
and one final fist is all it took.

Elephant

I wake up the same way everyday.
He eats my breakfast
before I can even have any.
He always follow me.
He's always on me.
Elephant, he rides my shoulders.
He knows my pain, but he doesn't care.
Elephant come on over.
Break me down again,
I don't care.

When She Calls
A song

The phone will ring,
I'll pick it up!
I'll talk in that charismatic tone!
And we'll discuss
all the pretty things.
She'll bring them up and
I'll lick the phone.

A Soldier Plays The Part

The Man Returned home
to his family and open arms.
Returned from battle in Desert Storms.
The man was a ghost of shell
of what once was.
No longer civil, or hungry.
Indifferent to uniqueness and love.

He as once gratuitous and cheerful.
Prided himself on having fun.
Now he sits in the dark,
rigid, stern, attentive.
He cleans his gun.

The poor man saw death,
but that's not what stepped on his soul.
It was killing a young boy
who was simply doing as he was told.
They shot off their weapon,
putting a hole in the their heart.
The man is dead
and a soldier plays his part.

Show her the Door

Look at her you can't breathe.
You need to stop and take a seat.
Been way too long since you've seen her last.
She made you love and made you weep
you made her cry herself to sleep.
But in the end you made her laugh.

She could make you feel out of control
her sweet sultry body in the window aglow.
A qualm of love seized you deep in your soul
and now you found out you never let her go.

Indeed, she hurt you once before.
So lead her out, show her the door.

She puts her hair down as if to appease you.
Of course she remembers that was how she would tease you.
She'd loosen her shirt, lay down by your side.
Sitting down with her now, God it's so hard to hide.

The note that you exchanged back in ninth grade
you keep in your wallet to this very day.
You called it end, but God you regret it still today.
You wish she had done something, at least gotten mad
something to make you want to take her back.
But she sat down, in that very chair
and sobbed so loud that you grabbed your hair.

She looked at you,
she's doing the same look today.
"Baby I'm sorry, can we still find a way?"
Now your heart's open
when it was shut before...
Take her back home
and show her the door.
Let her in
and it might not hurt anymore.

Swashbuckle

I do not swashbuckle at request.
Challenge me, and I shall.
Do not cross me or my brethren,
or I'll fight you with my devilish tail.
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