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Like a Blues Singer moaning under the ground, bottle of whiskey on the grave. Your e mail dogs me all dark Monday you're falling east and I'm finally not panting, don't need my mojo or a black cat bone to not call out your name in the I-can't-ever-have-of you. If I don't change the lock in blood I'll mail you the keys in the drawers. It's already like money burning in a pocket. I could have used more than that that other April. Now you're words on each line, one broken up like any bad connection. Could be like the one early cherry having over the Tidal Basin sign of what's ahead E books, v07.05ary, education, the plain language of essays, interviews, opinion, reviews and, as ever, the grand language of poems, by poets whose poetry and prose stretch prevailing views of our world. international writers writing in the global creative community. Gather with friends and recite poetry over food and wine, light candles in darkened places! poetryrepairs.com invites your essay on poetry, or on a poet or poets, and, also, essays on all things related to poetry, its theory and its practice. Or, simply v07.05 on the poems here at poetryrepairs.com |
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The Blues Ain't Nothing But a good, why is it always, a woman? How come bad love makes the song shimmy? Love in vain, a glittery black so sleek it mirrors what you want. Follow me down baby, won't you? I'd do anything if you just |
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