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monster truck labradors
by Paul Marinowhat makes my nimble fingers carefully unpack the broken heart and moccasins
you'll want to take back when you stop glowing in the hours before dawn
i am always ready to laugh throw flowers
do not know what to say or ask when you seem withdrawn
introduced feelings on the track and field about treasuring rainbows
brown orange beige and yellow happily braided pink noise i would like to dye
with you without really saying a word
that is why i have a darling collection of butterflies
and this is why my limbs make mistakes
i want everything i'm scared to know by the first snow
and a plant by the bookcase
a window of warm kentucky sun to see the land of fitness cycling
patterns left by the landslides of my youth
johnny lee was a low-life that was expelled from parochial school
the far-off burst of flame abides in my heart as burning eucalyptus
round and round my freckled neck and arms
and now our pillow fights end in tears
four months ago i should have took you on 07/21/2013 Posted on 07/22/2013
Copyright © 2025 Paul Marino
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/22/13 at 11:08 PM This moves with such a unique, engaging rhythm. Loved every twist, every turn. |
| Posted by Gilly Wigley on 07/23/13 at 10:24 PM Love that last line a lot... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/24/13 at 11:46 PM I had no idea where this was going but it kept me intent on finding out - found myself holding my breath, too busy holding onto this truck. Thanks for this. |
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