

oceaneyes become a littleocean
more blue
& fall out
to meet them again
in time
to have seen a
thousand seas
& no coming tide
to have cried
an ocean
along shadowy
ships


mapsthe cracks are not cracksmaps
but maps
like the wrinkles in their palms that show a time & place
when to laugh themselves to
sleep
just
because
made waking up
a tearful
sigh of relief
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an antique arms and armor expert
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poetry is for fags
What about you? I take it you are finished school if you were out west.
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poetry is for fags
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poetry is for fags
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poetry is for fags
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a melting pot of truth and fiction
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