Dan Walters Poems

I’m always getting love drunk
Off silly girls’
Intoxicating fumes
My stomach can’t handle you
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Piles of trash line the halls
Some six feet tall
And still overflowing
With more garbage piled on top.
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We all give birth to who we are
And maybe if you allow yourself
To open wide enough
We might become whole
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I

Everyone comes up
With reasons why they want to die
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It’s either you crept
Or risked getting into a car wreck
So I go outside and get wind whipped
Against my face, then the frost bit
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Over the embankment
And though the ditch
Up to the porch, into your house
I tracked in all my sewage
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I walked down the street
I saw a family going somewhere
In the back there was a child
Strapped tightly to his car seat
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As I watched beauty dissaray itself
It lay limp by your naked feet
The times only perdued in counter clock work
Back to when its arms held something
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I remember the day we had to put him down
Blood soaked diarrhea soaking into everything
Getting its filth all over the house
And I didn’t care in the slightest way
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You occupied me
For a long time
I took up your time
For what seemed a short while
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