Nicholas Peter Poems

Your body's an ocean
I could swim for days.
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I found one of your old cigars,
in the back of my bed.

It smelled like you,
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Don't bring dishonor,
no matter what you do,
don't bring dishonor.
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We used to sit around,
You and I,
And you would sing about the angels,
and cry about the demons.
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The sun goddesses,
fuel their halogen lamp,
fanning the flames,
giving a kingdom to the day.
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I sit,
awaiting my trial.
You look at me,
with your usual Gestapo stare,
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We were modern hippies,
Doing drugs and making love,
Fighting the power,
And sleeping in sunflowers.
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Film reel nostalgia,
a real funny look back.

Isn't it grand?
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Cigarette ash falls—
Down to cement,
By your foot.
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A perfect storm-
Zeus' weapon and home,
the rain falls hard on the houses.
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