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Denis Brezik Poem
This site is looked after by the cops
poets are drunk dopers
losers and boozers that never win
the cops are coming after the poets
they are checking names and records
and entering accusing words
while sitting and eating doughnuts
the cops are locking up the poets
drunkards druggies get rid of the dirt
cops are reading your poetry
taking aim at you
and child support
run run run hahaha
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Denis Brezik Poem
the bass line is woman walking
talking kissing making love
the bass line is a fish in stripes
a hook in time the bass line
is eadg its almost easy
a bass line
next to the beat
has feet is a woman walking
alone in her thoughts that no one sees
her desires a bass line
in brass a woman walking
her heels clicking
a cat on fire
sweeping brushing beats
cleats hushing echoes her steps
boots ***** cats hips
darkness lions a bass line
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2013
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Cherry topped leaves
Frozen ventures into gardens
When I splice that cake
sipping on apple pie
Stirring my drink
with a straw
The branches break
I hear them crack
the pinecones fall
in the night I see the bending sound
nothing hushed
in a crowd
Verses spoken
I feel the starlight as you crawl into bed
next to me
on cupcake mountain.
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Crushed mirrors hammers melted nails
spooky silent snails
Feathers in my teeth
The red in your lips
The curl of your hips
Your tongue on fire
Kites in your eyes
Your heel in boots
Pointed toes walk
Dusting the chalk from the summer sky
Old knife points
New dead Saints
Treated leather sharpened stones
Corkscrews and bones
Your old addresses
Tossed salad and your eyes
all in a bomb
And a comb
Next to you
as we walk
exploding our love
for each other
Dont want to make a scene
When the bomb explodes
it will be
exotica green.
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Graveyard silence To venture to die that clever answer is buried secrets
Closer to never with a fever that circle turned purple
Golden rings on you lips
puffing pillows around your head
its time for breakfast in bed
Puffing the smoke rings
a hunchback rings the bells
The venture to die
teardrops shaped like diamonds cutting your eyes
I hear you screaming
your hair is turning colors
and I am counting every strand in graveyard silence
the soul is a sail.
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Denis Brezik Poem
Its my umbrella
I would shake out the rain
leave it upside down on the porch
I carried it like a torch and the rain never washed it out
And when I was about in the rain
I would use it as a cain
Always wore my boots withmy umbrella
Always had a newspaper in my arm with my umbrella
Then in a flash of thunder you walked away in the rain dots on your face
your stilletos splashed
you were walking on water
I was chasing after you like Mary Poppins
I found a cab to avoid the rain and I never saw
my umbrella again
You walk through soft mirrors
You blend in
You take off your coat she said nothing
about the weather
The hostess cold and darting eyes
I shall remove your coat
You will walk through the soft mirrors.
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Dangerous deeds camps at night in the mountains
with each thought a flickering flame
Those that dare to play the game a burning soul
a crisp desire broken fingers in a glove
hand in hand driving the freeway of love
I kept the windows down this binz in sport
her was short but it was blowing around
her jeans jaded holes around her knees
it was a sprinkle a mist
driving into a fog for a kiss at dawn
with the music on I slowed
lost in a circle that purple ink on her left breast
glowed
I drove across a lawn
my lights were not on
her purple lips
her swirling hips
her door popped open
I am still hoping
for that kiss at dawn
So I am still driving on the freeway of love.
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Follow a rivers path tailing wind
cooling the tall grass on its shore
To kill a mosquito with my grasp
I could linger no more
Speckled a fish jumps
sun dots my eyes
She walks a tightrope
over a green lawn
with a robe on her shoulders
she escapes at dawn.
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Denis Brezik Poem
To venture to die
that clever answer
is buried secrets
Closer to never
with a fever
that circle turned purple
Golden rings on your ears
Puffing the pillows
around your head
Puffing the smoke rings
A hunchback rings the bells
The venture to die
teardrops shaped like diamonds
cutting your eyes
I hear you screaming
Your hair is turning colors
every strand in graveyard silence
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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Denis Brezik Poem
I am standing with my cane
My heart is broken
cant you see it in the mirrors
I am standing on my cane
I will step again
I will dance again
cant you see it me dancing with warriors
Copyright © Denis Brezik | Year Posted 2018
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