M.C. Bruce Poems

Perfume

The scent of you
Permeates my sheets.
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She brought her ghosts with her
When she came to this house.
She knows by the way the hound
Glares and growls at a space above
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Thou little shiny box which many days
Did entertain me on my lonely walks
Containing multitudes, whose random plays
Perplexed and pleased me. Now your silence mocks
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Her heart was a loaded gun
She went through this world
With the hammer half cocked
A bullet in the chamber.
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The dogs are quiet
The washing machine groans
My girl naps and snores
And I am calling on the muse
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When I was a boy
My mother put
A new thermos
In my lunch.
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The rattle of the cups
the ringing of the spoons
the chatter of the girls
working the counter;
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Woke up and found
I was still here.
Someone has some
Explaining to do.
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Rough angel, switchblade heart
tattoo my tongue to your leg
pull me down and let me feel
the flames of wherever you are bound.
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When I sleep, I am not foolish,
All of my work is finished,
Every former lover
Finally forgives me.
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