Dante' Camerlengo

Drip,
Drip,
The dull drool
That drowns out the day;
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If I Was Born A Hundred Years Earlier

I’d have said things like, “No, I don’t have gas lighting,
What’s wrong with candles? ”
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The sun ain’t up,
It shines pink and indigo;
It was red and orange
Just a half hour ago,
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I wake up; drink a large cup of heartburn.
I scrape last night’s suicides from my teeth.
I put on my black fedora and turn
Out the door, wearing it like the night’s sheath.
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“Words” are the leaves that grow
From branches in the mind
And cover our thoughts with color,
And always fall... in time—
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Well I went a knocking,
Upon Hell’s door,
A voice from the other side said:
“Sorry, son—can’t take any more.”
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I shot the doe eyed prom queen
right between the eyes, and
ate her
venison flesh.
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You need to know
Not my Father, and you
shouldn’t
Think about my Mom.
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Can I rent my days?
I’ll give ‘em back to you
Just as soon
As I am through,
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caught me cheating,
having an affair
with the laptop.
I wrung her out,
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If I said I loved you
And asked you to hold me,
And I smiled and said:
You’re a fool,
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Look...,
The truth is there, under the rug
with the crumbs and the hair
of the dog.
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A long time ago, in a poor little village,
Lived a young man who excelled at his trade.
Most people worked in husbandry or just pillaged,
But he worked with wood, and loved what he made.
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I want to talk about literary things
and writers,
writers that make you think,
writers whose words are barbed fish hooks
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Aposiopesis...
How long are these?
Are they twice a caesura?
Or multiplied by a plethora?
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Well she’s a person, place, and a thing
That orbits ‘round the Sun.
She’s the mother
Of all of us
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I have always known,
Yet it is just now that I
Am realizing
That I am not a very well
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Hardly ever enough is when we go,
(This place is nice. Wonder if that piano was always here.)
Money is not usually the issue,
(It looks as old as the house. This really used to be a doctor’s office?)
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He lazed lazily in the shade
Doing nothing.
The kids haphazardly played
With something.
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I remember when I first moved in.
I was still just a small “sapling-of-a-tree”;
The house smelled of fresh saw dust somewhat,
And the yard was big enough I could grow free.
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