- Non-Erotic Poetry
- No One Speaks
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I found my voice in the squawk at the end of your dirtiest word. Err? I'm still flattered by the offers I receive. I've got money. You tell your sister. I've got time now. Points, there's a parking lot. Come on, just touch it. Doesn't anyone just fall in love from friends and live happily ever after through heart disease, disaster, or alzheimer's? I've got it. I've watched too many movies. Studied the what no one speaks or understands. I want to swim and air fiddle. To be dropped next to Errol Flynn mid-swashbuckling. Or during a caper to rob the rich! I learn no lessons in holding. I drive from point A to point B and then around again. Sometimes North and sometimes South. A trucker nudged me from his cab. We passed at midday. Maybe he was just dancing. Maybe I told all his secrets in pen, right here on this page.
