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  Mar 2017 Gidgette
South-by-Southwest
Wee ***** Tadpolly
Never knew who his
mom and dad were
He had always heard
that they had croaked
in the middle of the night
. . . ribbit . . .
Gidgette Mar 2017
I don't know the realisation
of a vacation
of motivations

My own

Truth is rude
reality crude
Beauty eludes

This zone

So aviated
Emaciated
Unimancipated

Empty

Time escapes
Protruder rapes

I can't think
Thus I drink

There is no hope
To cope
Eternal rope

A necklace

A brace
Losing race
Hard case

I

Was YOUR vacation
Emancipation
Salvation

YOUR

I was your
Door
Floor

Your

Rug
Drug
Biting bed bug

Me

I can't fight
Not right
Can't take flight

Bottle of *****
Won't win just lose
Shades of blues

I cry
Lie
Wish I'd die

Complicate
Break
Fake

Feed me
Fear
I was given words today by the side of the road. Its funny, what and whom, we pay no mind to. Maybe someday I'll post those words for you all to read. They were odd. And for me. On the way to get something for my grams. I was stopped. Odd.
Gidgette Mar 2017
I have this tendency to somehow stay caught
In the in between
And I can't avoid the realisation
Of never reaching reality
I dream
I sink in the ureality in which I dwell
My whole life is lost
I fight daily with a past that chases me
No matter the amount of sweat
I pour
Running
I'm found
I can't make sense
I'm senseless
And I can't help but like it
Cry at it
I've no hope of salvation
From me
I tried to have a small vacation. It lasted nil. You can't take a vacation from yourself. So,....
  Mar 2017 Gidgette
Green Eyed Blues
Death becomes you,
So modest and frail
Caressing Last Rites
Laid out in Braille  

Wearing a gray suit
Free hand pulling the hem taut  
Clunky black shoes
Hair tied in a knot

Distress's mistress
With barren lips
Lust glistening from her eyes
Cleverly drips

Mouth opened just enough
To notice the absence of sound
Seized words  
Left in impound

A last little twitch
Consumes an entire room
Giving away spring
Before the lilac had a chance to bloom
  Mar 2017 Gidgette
South-by-Southwest
I look at the sun
and it's rays
make me shiver
Still I remain numb
in the rain

The pen and the paper
My Lord and my maker
Disintegrate
before my eyes

Like a song
pleads for it's words
A poet must be heard
Before the light
within is lost

It comes with a cost
One must be lost
Still the lines must
go on and on

Some day might
there be peace
Let happiness
increase
Still the words they
must fall like the rain

Each letter feeds
my heart
Let the words
never stop
I will be here
on the page
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