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mojo_cat
mojo_cat
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how i love to hear you speak of things! to gently put me in my place!
and to be sure, you're probably right.
but i like to think i may too teach you.

as you talk at me I am hidden-glad i can make you hurt. it breaks us even.

it is the right of wronged lovers to hate
the right of those who don't, not to love you.
that was difficult to learn. I still forget.

my loving expert, when I'm cruel, when you clutch your stomach with longing, think
of the times when it was
you who closed the light.
you who slowly put the phone down
in passive farewell.

this my love is the way of the world,
vinegar-sweet. that is a lesson i have learned -
all by myself, oh sweet lecturer of mine.

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tazz317tazz317almost 12 years ago
THE SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS OF THE STREET

leaves bitter scars and hidden agendas, TK U MLJ LV NV

lorencinolorencinoover 16 years ago
YES!

Yes! I love the way your poems are structured.

duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
learning

This person has his very own ~ sweet lecturer. Could it be his wife?

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

Payback still brings no joy.

lobomaolobomaoabout 18 years ago
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you leave your exit line

hanging in the air

like a tablecloth pulled free

while the plates and glasses

barely move

and you are gone

before their meaning even register

where is our breathe?

we seem to have lost it,

waiting for the other shoe

Maria2394Maria2394about 18 years ago
i just love your work

the way you say things, make me look at the world and others. you always show me that my thoughts and feelings are not wrong or soley just mine. I'm glad you are back and posting.. missed you, mojo-cat!

xoxo

maria