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My cat wants to be the death
of the blue bird
Peckish and feathered
at the feeder

I want to be the cowboy
who catches the man with
one too many aces up his sleeve
Jump to my feet
toss over the table
shoot from the hip
And damn if that man
ain’t dead for cheatin

A white bred girl from
the ginger bread suburbs
has no gun to sling
down fresh concrete
where bright double yellow
do not cross marks
the disillusion so sharp
the hate so deep
You must be black and blue
living on a street
with no lines to mark
what you are and are not
Tell you who’s side you’re on

No hands to wipe our faces
when we’ve self medicated
because we all know
The scales are just gold plated
and that she lies tarnished
up side down and violated
We all know
no one will jump up
shoot from the hip
or even accuse them
of their wrong doing

So I bring home strays
To hunt the snakes in the grass
stalk blue birds, justice
or the meaning of truth
With all their feline fairness

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Minds Of Men

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A world’s knowledge mastered 

at my mother’s expense

He took to stages 

framed with captive audience

pontificated his craft

for the accolade and applause

Amassed pretty ideas in pretty books

in his own handsome head

Re-packaged them on more pretty paper

A dictator with a pretty title

he gifted them to his people

as if it had never been done

On the isle of Nothing Left To Teach Me

Where the world re-masters

the minds of men

 

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Should Have Fucked You

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Should have just fucked you 

right there in your truck

Now I’m stuck wondering

when you’ll get back

What you thought 

of my last two sentences

Why I didn’t wear a dress

with no panties at all

Big or small

mind-blowing or average

It wouldn’t have mattered

because now I would

could care less

Except I wore 

chaste on accident jeans

Disallowed myself the pleasure

of fucking you worthless

 


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chloemademedoit asked: Should have fucked you is great!! Love it. and thank you as always for reading and comments. It really does mean a lot to me. FACE HUGS

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Should Have Fucked You

Should have
just fucked you
right there in your truck
Now I’m stuck wondering
when you’ll get back
What you thought of
my last two sentences
Why I didn’t wear a dress
easy to hike
with no panties at all

Big or small
mind-blowing or average
it wouldn’t have mattered
Only now I would
could care less

Except I wore
chaste by accident jeans
and disallowed myself the pleasure
of fucking you worthless

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Ain’t Never Run

Ain’t never run from a damn thing

Don’t mean it weren’t the first thing I thoughta

 
Everytime a travelen man come to the door
tryin to sell mamma the latest thing
would have her home lookin like new
I prayed every time she’d invite him in
and while he was demonstratin
I’d pack a bag and be outside waitin
to jump in his arms
Before momma told him no thank you
we’d be gone

Everytime I walk the highway down it’s side
thumb up waitin for an open door
and a Where ya headed?
I’d tell em Far
Far as you’ll take me
Then I’d get in sit down
and just disappear

Everytime I follow the warm sunset tracks
waitin on a train slow enough to hop
I’d make friends with the tramps
who’d show me the ropes
give me a rail ridin name of my own
and never ask why
or where I come from

Ain’t never run from a damn thing
my whole life
Been waitin

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Spent The Night

Spent the night
heads thrown back
laughing at nothing at all
Told you to be careful
of your wine because
I can see your future
And when you spilled it
told me you were
just being polite
sharing with the ground
so it could roll it around
on it’s tongue
and drink with us

And we stayed and stayed
out there on the stoop
frozen fingers forgetting
to smoke our cigarettes
for so long
we became story tellers

Accross the street
the crack head he
tells them too
Debates the unseen
Rapid and furtive
hands slice the air
with critical points
Arms thrown up
when they fail
to be made

Until the world turned early
and that’s late
even for us
So we agreed
to let him have this one
Went in and left him
alone to ramble
in the privacy
of the street

Set aside our glasses
laid down our heads
and shut our eyes
to the first grey light
that dared us
Fall asleep

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chloemademedoit asked: Thank you soooo much for taking time to read and all the love. XOXO kw

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Reasons To Climb Out Your Window

Climb out your window
in a too short skirt
Heels too high
for the late night walk
one street over
down two blocks
To the corner
To meet him
To drag a smoke
between you

The hair in his eyes
makes your fingers itch
to brush it aside
Wonder how he got
or who gave him
that scar on his jaw
by the collar of his jacket
that looks like it belongs
to last year as leans against
his classic too loud
break down anytime ride
The passenger side door
wines a warning maybe
But he’s already opened it
for you young lady

So get in sit down
feel the cigarette burns
against your thighs
Smell the carbon monoxide
boast too many horses
Complain of not enough oil
Try to drag you eyes from
the way steers
and shifts one handed
the other kept at your hem
the whole way

Wherever you’re headed 
you no longer care
if your mother finds
your bed empty
puts you under house arrest
for hanging out after dark
with “that boy.”

But Danger
only takes the willing
into the night

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