i forgive all when she sings
“over” (mother of my children)
so such a shame and it brings my
children to say:
“bless you for the heart you sing dad”
so i say we’re the same when we’re to-
gether (so strange) without Her : so
God bless our hearts
for the song you sing my children,
for the hearts you are removes the darkness
of our falling apart — all
ah – for the heart you bring every time you are:
ooh ooh ooh and God Bless
your Hearts! My (such a shame) without your mother:
but sun lights this song you sing — OUR HEARTS.
:: 07.11.2020 ::
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SAW a W O R D wearing a suit theyRE sO alive
(when we dream damn hard) swore on a bible i’m through
then threw-up on a giraffe in the highest stiletto heels
gave a priest the keys to the kiddie center after i’d
rigged it with nitroglycerin so i thought so i want so i need
to say mona lisa is crying
tears of blood at Louvre
and tonight i’ll smother in
the flesh of strippers and
tip the bathroom attendant
with a PhD in Philosophy
he always says, “Man is born
free and is everywhere in chains”
:: 07-11-2015 ::
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 