Author Archives: Pitboss14

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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.

Old Hands

Her hands, old and slowly weathered, were drawn as cries of faintest Remain, as blackened lines of some primordial pain carved into, The skin of amber clay, darkened and damp in lonesome display, Some ancient lover’s aching marks perhaps, in … Continue reading

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Naked Poems

NOTE: Originally posted Sept. 16, 2018. Revised. I’ve hated poems. Wound up and unfurled like fastballs, All that kinetic energy Exploding, But the object, missed Entirely, spatters Noiselessly upon The frail night hope. I’ve hated poems, The stupid way they … Continue reading

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Blue Words

Blue on a black night, Blue, more than blue, More than you, Words I long to write, Singular note sits, Says not a word, Eyes of far star, Smoking blue smoke, And now I might, Upon his singular note, Put … Continue reading

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I Would the Dark Night Wonder

  I would the dark night wonder If left alone with him, Are all the stars asunder, As lonely as I’ve been. If only he and I could talk, For all the stars had hid, I would the dark night … Continue reading

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Four and twenty

Baked in a pie, so we love to sing, Four and twenty blackbirds all for the king, Who this fucking king, so deserving this, Four and twenty baked, served with a kiss, How we long to keep the pies that … Continue reading

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I Went Back and Got Mac

Picked him up off the curb, Mac and his damn riot boys, Chains and all them other toys, Four and twenty done the deed, Only prob., his other needs, Something no one else could feed, I went back wading through … Continue reading

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Jupiter is Lonely

High on the darkness burns his soul, Swirls to streak his foolish heart, Storms so told, of great scale blow, Too young to die, too old to part. For Jupiter is lonely, I suppose, Turning round so far, so far, … Continue reading

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