Eric Cockrell Poems

i dont want to write
anything soft and beautiful
anything moving tonite
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stop the bombing...
just stop the bombing!
murder is murder!
violence never brings peace.
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total awareness....
i taste your lips
in every dropp of rain
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riding bareback
in the moonlight
down across the pasture
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you rip the clouds
from the sky itself....
head swaying side to side,
eyes lost in the museum
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greed
eats
its
own
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kiss me, dammit!
just for a moment
i want to feel
like i'm still real
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brackish water dripping
from a rusted spicket
a broken wagon wheel
spinning in the sand
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indifference
is a lazy man's
hatred...
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you miss me when
i dont call...
i may be an old man.
but...
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