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EASY was media until words became
digital (you love . yourself now) Oh,
humanity i swear i learned how to not
Love Myself (the location of all enemies
upon a plane) m y l o v e died, flower
too and my lip dried — what should
we do? flaccid penis and dry
vagina? from head to toe we
think — i won’t complain: the
famous steel within the condensations
receive gratification always — WITHIN
MY BODY of glass — I grew with love
from you (a lot of bad blood) bad news
OCTOPUS
she before 100
-better than everyone.
I am on a level plane; no complaint.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
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AND so the lonely road going
nowhere to-ever and through whistling
a love ballad badly through loose teeth
meant anything behind the wheel
my heart grips it tightly like the aching
need of a lost lover who made me coffee
in morning before sunshine was
swept beneath lying carpets
did i tell you? especially when you
made me popcorn perfectly
the many smallBIGs of what i lost
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 