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Dylan Catalano Poem
I see no numbers
hers is the only figure
she's my addition
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2012
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Dylan Catalano Poem
Unsure of the time
with no schedule to be kept
bliss in the forest
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2014
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Dylan Catalano Poem
Long hair, beautiful and dark like a starless night sky,
perfectly matching her personality.
A face as intoxicating as an empty bottle of rye
with eyes that glare dogmatically.
Her body is an hourglass
and my time is running out.
Composure I must amass
for these feelings I know little about.
She is a book filled with an unknown story
written in the blood ink of her past lovers --
my very own memento mori,
which if ignored will put me under the covers.
Covers from which I will not rise,
stuck beneath her sheet of lies.
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2014
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Dylan Catalano Poem
Lived amongst the dead
Then decided to join them
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2013
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Dylan Catalano Poem
It is hard to miss
A person you never knew
Which is all she was.
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2012
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Dylan Catalano Poem
The clock always reads 3 in the morn
at least that's how it seems
stuck on a time forlorn
granting all but sweet dreams
while the solemn moon gleams
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2014
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Magazine ads and newspaper obituaries
skitter across the streets
like tumbleweed in the desert.
Rims the size of carriage wheels roll by.
Everyone's holsters are filled,
even the children carry pistols.
The schools are ghost towns
but the saloons stay occupied.
This is the Wild, Wild West.
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2012
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The hunters flood in
hoping to bag a trophy
to fill empty walls
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2014
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No inspiration,
Just an eraser marked page
And an empty beer.
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2012
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Dylan Catalano Poem
The end of the world —
I will see you all in hell.
May I rest in peace.
Copyright © Dylan Catalano | Year Posted 2012
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