If you love something...

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I've been writing

   poems in my head,

                all day

poems in my head, only

to watch them scatter

out my ears

   wearing thoughts on their feet,

like scuffed workboots

 seen one too many a summer.

I don't chase them down

like the jail-breaking 

   sons of bitches they are, I don't 

shoot them

in their spindly legs, or

leave mind traps

    jaws-open waiting on my earlobes.

No, I watch them run

      as a jaded lover,

certain that they'll catch some

bird-wing ride.

Or maybe I just don't give a damn.

Created: Feb 15, 2011


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