Poem Shards
 
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Off at the edge of eternity
where the guilt meets the lie
He sees a distant mountain horizon
tumble into the sky.

Off at the edge of fear
where the lie meets the street
he wonders down the avenue
searching for someone to beat

Off inside his heartbreak
where the thoughts are only pain
he wishes for a stop switch
somewhere in his brain.

When the river was flooded over
and the world was full of fear
he always was a good one
to go get another beer.
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sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
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Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

Her tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.


Bow Bow Bow


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It was a dark and storied night.


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Here is a link
to a tasteful page detailing Miss Todd's gravesite,
complete with a photograph.
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  Bill Perilli, 
 writer of all
 of the things 
 on this blog.
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