Short Cough Out Poems
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The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So I cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poop
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
The speed of sound is directly related to
Your visit to the washroom when you need a poo
If visitors are near
Don't want them to hear
So you cough out loud when a blast is due
I looked for a pen to write your name with but I couldn't find one
I felt pressured to run and tell of our little secret
I felt honored to be at your service
My breath of love
My breath of life
Tonight, let's make our secret known
Let's cough out the bad, to make room for the good
Let's make love up high, far away
Where only our breath of love breathes
I die over and over—
between pages—a ghost
in a world more real than my
own—drowning in ink—
willingly washed ashore—
swelling, bloating breath.
Against my nature of concealment,
I cough out the ink—everywhere—
chaos, carnality, collapse!
onto a canvas I cannot
cower from.
Who else perceives meaning there?
Who else feels the frenzy like fire?
Am lost a wondering wing, should have settled on some greenish fig
pains are tormenting stings, don't know what morrow brings
I cough out a little tougher, but non seen to hear
In this wondering world I falter but non feel my fear
I was sent to soar away mist, wearing this present earth
I should have foresaw the doom, and should have my wings kept
My eagle wings needs a medic, and there is non to tender
6/25/2020
They gathered as a freezing group
To plead with the sharp-shooting troop
Not to even around them snoop.
Their murderous wings not flutter but droop
For being, all affable chicks in a coop:
A working class from The South Loop
Travelling with a fun-loving troupe
And an athlete draped in his whoop…
A tears-unlocking “Please, Don’t shoot us!”
By the just-discharged from their bus
Willing to all cough out from their purse
Rather than be sent to sleep or a nurse.