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joseph james cawein - poets passed

9/19/2013

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poets passed


why have you left me alone
with this mess?
i can't even scribble in
notebooks anymore.
when i type, the result
is only words.
i suppose if you were here
you would tell me that
sadness and loneliness
are nothing to be 
sad or lonesome about.
i just wish i had some
weed to smoke,
maybe a breast or two 
to fondle.
i remember i was 
a child once.
i do not remember
childhood, just knowing 
that i was a child.
i remember thinking 
“drugs are bad, i will 
never take drugs.”
my feet were soaking
in a stream,
the sun was hot and yellow.
“but boy”, i thought
“if i did, i'd take boatloads.”
now things are different.
i am waiting for The Terror,
i have only seen it in brief glimpses.
i should end this poem
but when i do 
i will be alone and sexless, cold.
someone please love me.
i will end it now.
Goodbye.
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