Best Substitutes Poems

   Our playgrounds have faded
     swings stilled, sandboxes unfilled

   Where are the shovels and pails ~
     replaced by profits and sales
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There’s no substitute for life.

I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.

I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.

I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.

I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.

What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a...

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