Slots Poems - Poems about Slots

... The painted disc, a vibrant blur, A promise held in clicking sound. Each wedge a hope, a soft demur, Where chance and destiny are bound. What unseen hand compels the turn? What forces guid......

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...Before i wrote i knocked on wood.' Maybe an omen? Take Note we should? Or maybe thousands of pieces of paper' How many to boil a kettle? Will we find out later? Meanwhile in Spain, were results it......

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... mancanza di comprensione By Bassoonio De Musica and Tempoia Del Cantio "The words came from behind the Acadia Wall" Beleiving in spirture she refused to speak her desire to marry she sa......

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...DEEP SADNESS REMEMERING LISA WALKING INTO THE ARCADE LOOKING FOR CIRO SHE WAS FURIOUS WAITING IN A TRUCK I ASKED DID SHE WANT TO LEAVE A MESSAGE JUST TELL HIM LISA CIRO CAME IN I GAVE HIM THE MESSAGE......

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...though our form decays bliss borne rapture stays current magnetic ~ our heart’s ecstatic mind connects the dots in narrow thought slots but being aware we do not dwell there soma nectar ......

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...Fragmented thought strives to join all the dots, attempting to make sense of what appears but analysis partitioned in slots, can define not pathways bliss rapture spears. Calling upon a fish t......

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...He blinks in and out in a wingchair, overhears what visitors say when patients can be talked about as if not there. People speak well of the dying, even of dying strangers, to him their word......

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...From blue collar workers tool and dye filling the slots more jobs more job awesome tower city the flats the docks Cleveland rock and roll hall of fame the Browns the beaches no more f......

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...gossip in the velvet declares my surrender to strip club excess, where fantasies unfold a g-string serenata that stains the linger a slow-mo ride through motels of the bold the DJ's drumbeat......

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...Bonne nuit, numbers and digits Did you miss hearing the drunk specter sing? Back to waffle again about their trauma and joy Derek isn't even their real name Where were you when the millennium t......

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...1. It's been years, months, weeks have gone by. I've grown so much I can barely recognize my reflection. No lie. Each day more, I've seen you star in less of my dreams and it made me gl......

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...Today was a very odd day every comment on my poems were at least 3 and a half hours away I only posted a few today just to see where we were all going as if poetry soup took all of us on ......

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... Everything seems to fit into this morning's vast mosaic as if each piece has been shaped to occupy a given place. Even the broken sea shells that first appeared redundant, strewn haphazard......

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...Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the ......

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...When you are alone, you look at the others and think that one had too much ... time to think and that one … well, you surmise, they are on the brink of some precipitous ... evaluati......

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