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Shakesthecoffecan:
Matters not how early I rise,
I will always leave the house running.
Running late.
My shoes pair'd up, but I reach past them
For my boots.

Stomped full on they carried me
Out of a sunny day in California,
Cotton Eyes Joe ringing in my head.
Carried me down the streets and dancefloors
Of San Francisco.

The heals push me that little distance
And I am Six Feet tall, and thiner.
These boots wil carry me into my day,
Thru the clouds and the loneliness,
And remind me of better days. 

Shakesthecoffecan:
Come friend, as I am sleepy,
And I can see you are tired,
Lets us curl up here together a while
And Nap, as I can always sleep better,
Curled around someone,
Perhaps you can too.

If we put our heads side by each,
If we touch them together,
Maybe we will have the same dream,
Maybe we will not be apart at all,
And a little more time will be ours,
Where there is never enough.

Shakesthecoffecan:
I went to Florence once,
David was everywhere,
In all his naked and marbled glory
The vendors in the markets
Sold postcards of his penis.

And that night,
I dreamed of a Cyclopse.
"Oh" I thought when I woke,
"Now I understand".

Shakesthecoffecan:
I do not know if I have slept or not.
The room is starting to fill with light
In an hour or so he will  rise, and,
Start his hunt.

Another thanksgiving,
The children and the grandchildren
The meal I will work on for three hours
And that Damned Electric Knife.

Their faces about the table
Smiling, Indifferent,
My fork pushing food while he
Grates my nerves one more time

Every year I tell myself
I will make it go away
Every year I scrape the plates
And remember.

This is my life, my outcome
With man who said he would
Love my girls.
Ennis, I am so sorry.

injest:

--- Quote from: Shakestheground on October 04, 2007, 12:05:50 pm ---I am a poor boy,
Having paid the cover charge,
I have enough in my pocket for
Three beers.
It won't be enough I know.
To let my guard down,
To unclip my tongue and speak
To someone.
I will have to streach them out,
As long as I can,
In hopes someone will speak
To me.
Perhaps he will offer to buy me one.
A fella can dream, can't he?

--- End quote ---

 :(

this one makes me sad. I am so shy in person....maybe I should take up drinking... :-\

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