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Rose Holcomb Poem
there are veins on the sides of your face
they reach for your eyes
aimed to kill
there are veins on your hands
all together they jump
and again they together jump
if the sun dont burn or if it do, build
first: rip apart that old thing
make them all the parts remember the beginning of their time
make them grow together to forget
make them grow
you,
man covered in veins
you, man with the steady hands
that wiped up my sticky spilled mess
(vodka, the unfair things you wont let me say, the songs i make from them, and throw up)
wiped them up good
and other parts of the day,
you don't fall
i wonder if you ever give in just sometimes
just a small glimmer of a bit
to pretend that you are covered, veins and all
in tiny green leaves
i am forever indulging in the vision
Copyright © Rose Holcomb | Year Posted 2006
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Rose Holcomb Poem
life is full of waiting
waiting for moments to begin
waiting for moments to end
waiting in the mouth of the beast
growing accustomed to its teeth
and fearing the belly
Copyright © Rose Holcomb | Year Posted 2006
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