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 by Jeph Johnson New York's Douglas Goetsch (a really descriptive poet and contemporary of mine, like me, lauded for his honesty) tw... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Lacey happy beyond pleasure Lacey content without ease Beyond reason or wit I treasure Her vision to model my dreams... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Her toes pitter-pattin' to the color-toned beat Just toe-tappin' couldn't keep her in her seat The band hits the ch... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson "What if I wasn't pretty?" she asked, "Would you still see beauty in my smile?" "No, deeper" [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson symmetrical shapes smile from Sharon's eyes and the moment we sustain is immortalized with intoxicating twinkles of... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson the sidewalk basking in the sideways snow mistakes precipitation for a ground rainbow [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson The magazine buyer at the book store next door, Brought me over a copy of the porn magazine Barely Legal A full five... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Dignified, through somber nights she falls and still remains upright and sends the world her shining smile through a... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson even if they developed a language right above your tires there'd still be a lot of people who couldn't speak wheel we... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Her smiles blossom collecting the sunshine reserved for bouquets. Her eyes radiate the origin of the universe. When... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson She was once younger, and not so smart, before your arrival... She felt your heart beating while fighting for her own... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson Together Alone Our hearts Progress Regressing through This life To death Refusing To leave Resisting belief Retur... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson All over around me the candy plaster of the telephone pole ads where little dogs mark their territory and stre... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson oh how I loved her then; her capacity to love paled in comparison to her ability to love, to transform to become some... [read more] |
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by Jeph Johnson she shapes me while my hands affirm fantasies of flesh partaking in her grand return of kind benevolence I fathom fur... [read more] |