Tim Cronin Poems

Been wearing these underwear
Going on two days
Unbrushed teeth & unwashed hair
Only myself to blame for these indolent displays
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Angry whiskey
Her sex haunts me
Genuinely I don't even know what I want
Problem of the ages, right?
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County of dire disappointment
County of concrete snakes that all return
County of flailing youth
County that cannot care
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We hear you Jesus
You just don't please us
We're aware of science
So there's no need for compliance
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Those clouds below the storm, that only
Show themselves in lightning strike, wonder
If they even rain. They ought weep, lonely,
Haunting just out of reach, fleeing thunder
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Here these unfinish'd poems for you accumulate
Here those words once unutterable find breath, live as you or I
Fear exists not here, nor anger, embarrassment, envy or pain
Tragedy, assuredly, but only in the name of love and beauty
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From afar
From icy isolation mountain tops, or the cruel sea floor
From endless sand saharas, burning in day, freezing in night
From across parking lots, out bus windows
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Your entails are disgusteen
Blue and green and every brown between
I'm told they're mine
But come to find
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My eyes are red
And the world is gold
Result of doing not what I'm told
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