but yet
and
and yet
are
not yet
proper

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i've not
found
a substitute
for crying

a crow in iowa
or a mussel farmed
off california's coast

the damsel with late
autumn hair kissing
atop lithuanian hills

the dying grass
beneath the reaching
willow

a spider living under
the window sill

I like this Tiko.  Especially the last stanza.

cheryl

Yes I can relate to this.............Q

crouched
in chimneys

burrowed
under the
swollen
feet of
trees

wrapped
in elephant
ears

dumped near
dirt roads
double bagged
to hold the
stench

pinched in the corner
of a cloud
between index and
thumb




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is there
thought

after
a bullet
leaves the
head

can you
hear
the barrel
clap

feel the
trigger
spring back
into place

watch
blood

pool
on fading
lines

-------------------------

it was not imagined
or foretold

and based on
confidential
information

talking to oneself
is a matter of diet
     too many starches

the
chalk
has
moved
up
the
wall

down
the
hands

of
the
little
girl's
statue

patience
died

in
the
bottom
of
that
cup
of
coffee

mercy
swims

in
the
drippings
from
the
last
breakfast
taco

ready
your
account

the
wax
has
cooled

and
is
positioned
to
record

with the hopes
of finding a new
path

he put
shoes
on the
dogs

how
can
we
account
for
blank
spots
on
a map

the
ships
burn
without
consequence


-----

wackdoodlery

the trees were painted
by indians

will is skate the winds
like the albatross


-----------------------------


i am a cheat

you can tell
by the curl
of my fingers

and the space
between my
toes

i should not
be considered
permanent or
longterm

you have nothing
of value

saunters in
wearing
a teal sun dress
hair pulled back
in a yellow
butterfly clip

says
the needed things
to arouse

leaves you holding
your dick

and the bill

~


Promise

saunters in
wearing
a teal sun dress
hair pulled back
in a yellow
butterfly

says
the needed things
to arouse

leaves you holding
your dick

and the bill



©Tiko Lewis

nice pic!

tiko

expensive
men

have

cheap
morals


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hide in the little twists of hair
locked to the skull

feed on theorem,
gist, opinions, pleas,
pomade


--------------------




mother said
not to do that to boys
it’s not lady like
no one will respect me
and any man who asks for it
doesn't love me anyway

daddy left
on a Thursday

note to my journal


i've abandoned you,
i know

i've been without
words

or better said
the words i've
been with have
been coarse and
gritty behind
the ears
and in the fold
of
the arm

even now, i've
nothing to say

neglect has you
yellow around
the edges

crunchy
at the
tips

i'll
return
soon

with salted
meats

and
rum

we will speak

one
with
another

`