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the government docks
The ships come in the deep of the afternoon.
Foreign men line their rims, leaning over
the railing like children at the zoo,
trying to spot women between the warehouses
in their camouflage of coats.
They are always disappointed.
knee high grass
You may come across pigeons
like crumbled paper bags
resting in the knee high grass.
There was a hard storm last night
and all their nests were washed away.
Let them sleep, they've been up
all night searching for their children.
Beneath a few of them, broken shells
ooze death. Tomorrow you will smell them.
five shades of white
The first was your grandmother's hair
after she died. How yellow
it made her teeth look.
The second was the old sheets
on the motel bed. The light was
thin. You climbed in together.
How did you come out?
The third was the skin
above the gash. He went white,
but the gash was whiter.
You remember.
The fourth was the end of the pregnancy test
peeking out from between your thighs.
Then that big dark plus, like a clot of blood
floating to the surface.
And this is the last.
The page is full.
Turn it.
- by Fuh Cube Itch |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/21/2008 |
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- Title: Actual Poetry
- Artist: Fuh Cube Itch
- Description: not the stupid s**t that you're writing.
- Date: 08/21/2008
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Sasori rocks puppetry - 10/13/2010
- I can't say you're bad but um I don't get what you're trying to say. Poetry is the expressing of any emotion, at least that's Webster's definition
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- callmepapiii_x - 03/23/2009
- u suck..... u say this is poetry??? this is what i call s**t!!!!
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- Oakyia - 02/23/2009
- go suck a d**k.
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- Dire_kala - 12/13/2008
- who are you to say what is and isn't poetry? ******** jackass
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