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Poem Shards

Jullsies mind was very closed so
she thought she'd put in a causeway to it
Wednesday evening in the tony shore neck 
at the harbor
she
buys something that will break
as soon as she
places it
in her yard
some saturday with resentment.

It's a long walk to the town and the heart ridge that is all along it.
And no one says a word as she walks between falsehood and lies
she
is cold now though it's 88 degrees
she is 
hungery now
even though she never misses a meal
she is lustful now
even though no one will have her
she is angry now
that someone 
would write a poem about it

if she only had some more of those pills
more of those pills
he
had to take them away from her she
took it away from him then (not really saying directly what she did to him)
and she wasn't ever going to give it back.

So she sent him off to go live with his brother
it wasn't important
she wasn't going to open up and tell anyone
the truth of how she felt 
let it alone.
It's all a big deal now she's so lonely
but he won't come home.




🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲
🌛         

🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥

sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 

Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg ga

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


Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Tree
Bark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog

🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥

Woof and woe🌝 
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥



Jersey Shore . . .!

Bill Perilli, writer of all of the things on this blog. 🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 Dead men post no bail and they don't weep and they don't wail They don't know what's going on and if you sing they don't sing along and if they did you'd run away it'd be very scary like Halloween day

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