robert fort Poems

It smells like rain
filling the air
before the first drops break
in quiet splashes on the river.
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Louis Armstrong
Smoked pot every day.
Never lost his lip.
Never gave up a lung.
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Sitting on the deck,
by the dock
of the tumbledown shack,
I live in the moment
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Wanty.
mucho toucho kisso wanty,
of course, why not, aren't you? wanty
smolders of a kiss still burning wanty
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hmmmm

There is no song nor sound of morning
more awake than your eyes.
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I fell in love with Pall Mall
swiped from parent packs
well before 12, I fell in.
Pall Mall (rhyme with smell)
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The Big C enters the room furtively,
a minor reference
in quiet conversation
but the lurid C’s too much.
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What breaks when a heart is broken?
Certainly not the flesh:
the muscle pumps along
oblivious to the pain
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For what did we do,
when we did it?
We talked, I talked
oh so much talk
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