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Poetry · Writing

heavy loader

March 16, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it is not a shocker to see it all come down crashing crashing crashing into a wall before we toon out

Poetry · Writing

my hero said

March 14, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you want to be a hero a cape in a closet a mask at the playground jumping off a plastic slide flying like a swing the bad guys weren't present

Poetry · Writing

hands and knees

March 13, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they begged for change and they got bills

Poetry · Writing

suneater

March 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they say he reached out and grabbed it took a bite and put it back

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years before weeks

March 10, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

future tense was your only sense so you payed twice the cents; the river in front of your feet was too close could only see trout in the stretch- bless these knees for that jump will be incredible to chance the ending before the wicked pending

Poetry · Writing

taking instead of leaving

March 8, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

blaming me for it all seeking instead of hiding and i'll be long after i pass

Poetry · Writing

igor

March 6, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

transfused: bleeding finger tips over your tan washed drum kit dragging your worship like a rotting corpse. early on sundays to meet before wandering eyes can undress my wishful thinking;wishing and put her in wolf fur. i am sorry for missing our date not one to do that but i can't promise that it won't… Continue reading igor

Poetry · Writing

heroes rising

March 5, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

trouble is they have been here on the street singing for a nickel 'this is art' blaming the system for paiting a red 'x' on the front of their backs

Poetry · Writing

who are you

March 3, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

power to the nightmare calling Julie; she came with a Cape caught in a turbine and gone calling Julie; just a name i read in a book someone across the globe reading a book with the name Tyler.

Poetry · Writing

silent auction

March 2, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i do not remember the last thing she said as she walked out with crumbled panties and a ripped ticket stub

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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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