I'm in my underwear,
writing
because my pen was closer
than my pants,
the sun is practically
drawing the curtains itself
so I finish the job
with a squint,
this time last year
I had no underwear
and the windows
were boarded up,
It's so much easier
to get out of bed
and step on my pen
than a broken crack-pipe
or a dirty needle,
hope and desperation
at my sides,
knowing time will drown me
in it's wake,
I wonder things;
what Robert Lowell could have possibly known about life,
how the blind know they are awake,
if Erika got my letter,
lost to myself
for a second
smiling like a retard with a popsicle,
a poet with a cigarette
in the midst of all I've seen
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Not For Sale: Fighting Human Slavery
I like this.
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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~I am a poet~
Just thought you should like to know.
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I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.
~Ancient Persian Saying
writing
because my pen was closer
then my pants,
Love that part, and it's a really unique piece altogether.
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Only in America do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.
And only in America do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.
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Love is not my playing field. It's my mine field.
for reading.
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
thank you.
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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