**Previously posted, but revised. Hope nobody minds.
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seagull
**Previously posted, but revised. Hope nobody minds.
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seagull
Last edited by jon1jt; 02-03-2009 at 01:56 AM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
these poems i love
one like above -
the moment caught
and too, your thought
that part of you
that you did share
an brief insight
a gift so rare
yikes.
pretty poetry in your poem though, like
"in my shadow cast you tore off
leaving behind your voice "
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."