Jason

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  • Love
    • denah
    • contemplating whether to be a principal or a caterpillar

    Jason
    please don't laugh
    if I slip
    and spill my brain
    all over your lap
    and please don't cringe
    when my liquified heart
    dribbles from my lips
    and mingles with
    my crumpled soul
    that is strewn across the floor
    don't worry
    this is my mess
    I'll clean it up
    in a sec
    I just thought you might like to
    check
    out
    what's been
    millin' around inside me
    and if you look closely
    I'm sure you'll recognize
    a lot of you
    floating around
    in my muck
    nothin' much
    just the usual:
    guts
    black stuff
    and about 50 slim jims...
    can you feel the love tonight?

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    denah’s Poems (22)

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