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The Pulse

The Pulse #3

April 26, 2013funnerfuneralscut-up, poetry, post-modern Leave a comment

My fire pit stock is getting low.
What a mixed bag of emotions.

I’m very proud as should you be.
Judge me,
I tend to cry and barf.

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The Pulse

The Pulse #2

April 25, 2013funnerfuneralscut-up, poetry, post-modern 1 Comment

I didn’t know I had a choice,
I’ll never willingly cut this curl.

If you want to watch me eat my words,
make sure it’s worth it.

It burned a hole through my chest and to the other side,
can’t wait to see what colors come out.

Please don’t all like at once.

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The Pulse

The Pulse #1

April 24, 2013funnerfuneralscut-up, poetry, post-modern Leave a comment

That older man didn’t work,
now share the link and spread the word.
Tired and cranky, do not disturb.
I’ll never learn.

So the six hour round trip begins.
It shouldn’t be that hard to follow,
stay posted.

Still in pain, but I love my bed.
We were there.

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