Poetry Blog by david patrick simon (Jan 2017)

untied shoes / the nowhere poems

 

still feel

your gypsy

nails

buried in

hopelessness

in my back.

 

they are

just hole

in the wall

reminders

that I will 

never be

invincible

 

to broken

down love

love affairs.

 

or ever go

riding off into

the sunset

on the painted

ponies of

your dreams.

 

or what do

the poets call it

when only 

one of you

...

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you know her well / the nowhere poems

 

hollow is her

crooked smile 

born from

a child of

broken tears,

 

nothing was ever

going to

be right or

wrong in her

Deja Vue

point of view. 

suffering through 

the same 

delusions that

black is white

white is black.

 

 

she is  just

a raggedy ann doll 

thrown away

over and over again.

 

by lovers

and bruisers

and p...

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Skeleton heart / the nowhere poems

 

makes it

easy to see 

through you

and your 

bleached

white

bones.

 

you gave 

nothing

of the

heart,

 

so it

is only

fitting that

you should

have nothing 

left in return,

 

you sat

in your

heart break

corner 

throwing 

dead eye

looks at

any lover

who dared

your way,

 

and then

laughed

under your

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