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Donald Vandriest Poem
there’s something about
the air you breathe out
weaved into those
tiny sliding words
i have been
a victim
but play the role
of the villain
quite well
they tell me
those tiny sliding words i mentioned before
wooden planks in a sea far from shore
tiny because they mean nothing
when said by anyone but you
sliding into my ears
never before heard
or fully understood
Copyright © Donald Vandriest | Year Posted 2011
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Donald Vandriest Poem
i already used the idea
that i just thought about
for a previous poem
and thought about
how many times
i’ve done
that
Charlie Buke was never
afraid
to talk about drinking
over and over and over
because he drank
over and over
and over
and could damn well
and easily
drink me under the table
he could also write a whole hell of a lot better
about it
than i
Copyright © Donald Vandriest | Year Posted 2011
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Donald Vandriest Poem
making fun of an
apathetic young
man, slightly older
than me
i reminded me
somewhat of myself
and i chose not to care
being unconcerned,
reminding me again
of that young
apathetic man
Copyright © Donald Vandriest | Year Posted 2011
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