Patrick Szwaja Poems

broken bones, stitch by stitch

left to die, inch by inch
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no one symbolism..
no coherent simile..
not a beautiful metaphor,
can bring you back to me.
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three drips means the body’s bleeding

two means i’ve just begun
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let’s make sense of the past

sipping whiskey from a glass
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as the waves of evil

start to overcome
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it was a simpler time, it was a better time

but it’d be better if you were still mine
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when i wake to apocalypse

with the world crashing and burning
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i wish to live in a room

with blank walls
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the simple act of thought

seperates man from the beasts
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oh bacon, speak of your ways

hiss and whisper across the pan
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