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Poetry · Writing

Friday 10:16pm

April 6, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

staring down the barrel

forcing a cold steel kiss

serenade with wild tears

before she calls

the bang

never shocks you anymore

or the wall ahead.

you’re here

and same time next week.

Poetry · Writing

Baffin Bay

April 5, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

time push back

we fight back.

Takes the most flack

strikes twice night.

Wish you good night

talk out yo back.

Poetry · Writing

I couldn’t stop you

April 4, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

and

while you run from the slipping grip of shadowed hands

I’ll pause.

Watch you run.

Admire the way I feel to feel and feel

and the way it felt

when you turned that corridor

I feel

quiet.

Poetry · Writing

cherry pop

April 4, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

I wanna be

I.

missed the shot

never took a second

look

just twice

and I won’t look away.

Poetry · Writing

series of mistakes

April 3, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

my plead falls on deaf ears

lines of coffins for sale

murder row and I

will waste no tears on your follies

but give them freely.

Poetry · Writing

reading backwards

April 2, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the fortune reads south

it was on a matter of time

martyr’s run wild

everyone runs but never

stands still.

unless we do it together

pleasing both gods.

Poetry · Writing

Genie in a Bottle

April 2, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Wishing a dream to life

Walking in shoes I woke up next to

Running faster then before

Telling her I love her

Running into the middle of the street

to tell her again.

Poetry · Writing

Smoke Signal

April 1, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

I’ve been sitting on a lawn chair

smoking a pipe

watching my clouds chase their big brothers around

playing tag.

They dissipate

and the big brother

moved on.

Poetry · Writing

falling into a picture book

March 29, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

that didn’t belong to me.

Pages covered in streamers pinned to a smiling family picture. And now

me.

Conditioned cheese wears the binding down but

there they are. And now

me.

Unfit and recently discovered new home that wasn’t for you. And now

me.

Poetry · Writing

the calling

March 28, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the drums barrel down

shotgun

footsteps sliding around

an ice ring of empty shells

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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