Walter C. Edwards Poems

I think I would,
be up to no good,
If I could,
placing my hand up your skirt,
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My guitar sings to me,
sometimes silently,
sometimes loudly,
she said, she is too alone,
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Melody Sue you have back up singers following you,
you have seen darkness and the grace of light,
but get your self together tonight,
the audience is waiting just for you,
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The jester weeps for me,
sorrow deep he cries,
I ask why,
he answers can’t you see,
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When I be came a nothing,
did that mean,
that I no longer exists,
no point to reference,
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Patina is this ballerina,
just as rusty as an old nail,
when she moves,
there are no longer Per wets,
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A forget me not bouquet,
I forgot to get today,
notes and lists,
to help me along the way,
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From the watch tower,
they look down upon the line,
spy glasses gassing from time to time,
at what the crazies are up to,
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Jaded nails I walk upon,
plunge deep and scared my flesh,
porcupines quills stab me still,
glass shards I pickup slow,
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Was I stung by your passion,
was it your tong that sweep me away,
when I try to look in the mirror,
I think you took my soul today,
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