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Bad Poetry In Two Minutes by Ray Printer Friendly

One more, just in case you want one. Stupid-early in the morning, work in a bit, but why not?

Fear in the back, nibbling,

What will tomorrow bring?

.

Hot forehead and a fever that won’t go away,

Listening to the chicken soup stare,

Hoping that this isn’t nearly

As bad as it seems.

.

Dark moments from the night before,

I think I heard you laughing,

But it could have been

Anger.

.

Dropping everything

In the Hopes that

It will bounce,

Or break.

.

The memories of sweat and cigarette smoke,

Sweet and sour and distant,

Until the song of the stairway

Sneaks into my ears.

.

Cold everything and hot nights

And wondering where the

Remote Control is.

Dammit.

.

I remember the view of

The City,

From all my perspectives,

And I miss it.

.

And that took two minutes,

Not including the

Shot I took

That I shouldn’t have.


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