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Jerry Bush Poem
sometimes a snapdragon
breaks the neck of necessity,
crushes the head of instinct.
the cheese in the trap,
the bait on the hook.
the proof in the poison,
love like antifreeze.
hearts snapped in bear traps,
hope singed by blue light.
cupid is an angry wasp
seeking those with allergies.
beware of vibrations in loud voices,
hollow logs and impulsive choices.
stay clear of fields of flowers,
dark quiet eaves and empty hours.
Copyright © Jerry Bush | Year Posted 2017
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Jerry Bush Poem
being (having been) drained into a different shape,
purged of files and fluids,
the vampire reflex trips.
there is thirst like a dry river bed.
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i have evaporated where i was once sweat on your burning skin and then condensed into this fog i have been lost in.
i have threaded perfect minutes through the eyes of several pictures in my mind to keep you in a couple of hours.
Copyright © Jerry Bush | Year Posted 2017
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Jerry Bush Poem
Is this heart ready for the grave?
Is it master and am I slave?
So how then should it be?
Should I kill it or let it kill me?
Copyright © Jerry Bush | Year Posted 2017
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