Ezra Cortez Poems

I was walkin slow and pained and wincy-eyed,
-If you'd call it walking-
On a running road where doing anything less
Would mean that you were dead
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I sang to the crowd within the safety of a warm campfire session
Never felt so good to act a fool
A girl told me i was beautiful and my heart
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i am a soft fish from the cool drips
of a corner stream.
my baby eyes, they burn wet, newborn kisses
and bite
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Golden god, i am godly golden
I am one soft son of a gun
I am waiting for a heavy day
Where is it that i can leave my shoes?
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To a standing stone alone;
Underneath the bluing high
My palms are open, softened, weak
My fingers, ringless, sorry, free
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