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Brian Lanko Poem
Your divorcing words rip at me.
Like a callous young boy
who tears the wings off
of a butterfly,
then throw
Its butchered body
into the air
and yells "fly".
Although I still my my limbs
my days and nights
are no longer beautiful.
Copyright © Brian Lanko | Year Posted 2025
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Empty Guinness bottles
reminders of what
I am trying to forget.
Litter my family room table
like cockroaches
that are not afraid of the light.
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Love, like dead parents
leaves when you least expect it
orphaning young hearts.
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Roosters' morning calls
like screwdrivers undoing
dream twisted people.
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Abandonment is
Vietnam veterans
greeting card.
A door stepped baby.
Windowless
city structures
after resident's
suburbanized.
And me
a Christmas tree
after you undecorate.
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A smeared reflection
mirrors off my memory,
of her
and how she took
2 hours every morning
to paint, draw, brush, curl and spray
H
her appearance on.
But she could not even
make up
2 minutes of breakfast chatter.
Miming herself to me.
Thank God for windex.
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A jet-racing,
etch-a-sketches
the clean shook sky.
Scripting in exhausted letters,
that are to tired
to stay.
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The bicycled leaves
pedal across the lawn
chain-linking me
to a past
fallen autumn.
When we
Could no longer be false,
exposing our true feelings.
We withered
from the cold.
Trying to rake in
"Why's"
but sometimes
love leaves,
unspoken.
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