i have a copy!
with a cover!
and everything!
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i have a copy!
with a cover!
and everything!
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it isn’t the timing
or the setting
or the getaway car parked right outside
it isn’t the loaded gun your father held
it isn’t the fact that you can’t boil an egg, even with a cook book open
it isn’t the fact that the sex could have been better
or the fact that that is a lie
it isn’t that people saw us
it isn’t the fact that no one cared
it isn’t because of the breeze
or the allergy to your cats
or even to the noise you make when you pee
it just isn’t you
and yet, it isn’t me either
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your silhouette at 2 am
your gouging smile in desperation
your ability to forgive
drive me insane
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a glass of chardonnay, a second
the candles i thought you might like
a tie, thrown against a chair which one sported a jacket
waiting, watching the second pass
but i leave the game on
because i forgot you said
you were never coming back
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www.northriverpress.com
the book is out
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not quite there yet
so the cards tell me
so the booze tells me
trying to face reality, only one must
trying to face reality, one only must
trying to face reality, one must only
abandon beliefs
abandon hope
abandon self
say no matter
say no care
say no hurt
trying to get over you
sole remnant
of the passion
the word
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trying to get it
not quite there yet
for when trying to face reality, one must
abandon beliefs
shift your paradigms
pretend you don’t care
say it doesn’t hurt
in trying to get over you
all i am left with is the word
over
over
and out
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None
None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
Nil’s the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know
`Cause none is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
None is the loneliest number, worse than two
It’s just no good anymore since she went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday
None is the loneliest, number none is the loneliest
Number none is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
None is the loneliest, none is the loneliest
None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
It’s just no good anymore since she went away
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest
(Number) None is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
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five shelves of sci-fi and fantasy
two of classics
three boxes of vinyl, a dying beast
a pile of felt-tip pens, another
three sketchbooks, one unused
two library books, dust-bound
seven yards of memories
and not one picture of you.
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when your silhouette
played a jazz tune against
the awkwardness and inappropriateness
of the motel bathroom mirror
i couldn’t help but laugh
at the glory in you and the pathetic in me
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