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    Chemo Dreams and Fucking Nitemares

    “Greenish yellow. All ghosts wear clothes of this colour.” Frida Kahlo     Sunrise over a Christmas market, somewhere,  tinsellitis in hollows of a church bell.  knells the beauty of the cancer coming.     Black-coal morning,  flames in the hearth are the same fire  which burns haunted houses down.     All...

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    • Outstanding. Few can grasp the rungs you swing from.
      This is so dirty Chicago snow -write.
      A cramped city, trying to eke out some sort of heat from it.
      Poem of the month, if they did that here.

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    Final Retreat

    When Summer's heatgives way toautumn's bliss,I will kiss thisworld goodbyeand walk tothe woodsto savethe last sliverof my humanity,where the creekmeets the river ofmy destiny.Far away fromthe shitty city ofsick Streetsand brokendreams.

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    Unique Styles

    driven insaneblue and greysleek bodycobra grillheadlightscutting nightsengine roarsdual pipes wheels rollchrome artdescribingintricate fleshfingeringher six speedclutchingthat lust horsepowerequalsfrictionloving torquesport bodyinvitingthe curvestop down road readysoft highwaydrag stripstarting linemy mustangyour corvettewe embraceunique styles   Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2019

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    • The fast pace reminds me of an engine revving up and going down a racetrack

    • The beat, rhythm and pace is like a racing car! The reader wouldn’t know are You talking about a woman or a car lol. The closing lines are brilliant, and “unique styles” it is. Wonderful poem, to read it in the morning it fuels us with good energy to start the engine ✨

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Light. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That was the vibe I was going for I love when a write has more than one perspective or dual meanings. Thanks for that wonderful commentary. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Corvette! Corvette! I’m a ‘Vette girl. But that’s mostly because daddy was a Chevy guy and Ford was a dirty word around him. Once wrote a poem about a Mustang once though. Much enjoyed this one, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like cars in general, but I’m kinda a Ford guy though. Though I like Chevy’s too. Dodge is my least favorite. It was a dirty word around my dad when I was growing up. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Cool dude. Great description. The energy & performance is highly moving. Excellent.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This had the rumbling force of a corvette being geared up for a rip roaring ride down the highway. And to me it also read like a sensual poem about the power of the engine getting ready to fly like bat out of hell down the highway of love. Fantastic work my friend.

      John

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, John. So glad you connected with the write my friend. One of my favorite things about writing, is having the ability for double meanings in a piece. Nice catch. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    Don't Make Me Over

    Girl, your silver-tipped prose  was going to haemorrhage me   word circus turned me to clown    In octagon of mirrors in the gallery cafe  where lipstick palimpsest on coffee cups  colour rouge all the shades of desire,  I viewed her nipples from eight different angles  through the ‘God?’ emblazoned on her thin t-shirt,   reflected to crack’d promises  who dared walk on broken ice?    China...

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    Sunrise (not my poem)

    I am not the sunrise but I should be I should be a cascade of wind an unfinished scent the geometry of words starting a fresh poem allowing the lines on my face to tell it all leak the shade of grief   I should be an ounce of...

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    • This is tender. A nice tribute to her. Sorry for your loss.

      • Thanks Fia.

        This was actually the last ever poem she wrote before the morphine, methadone and chemo took hold of her skull. She was very popular in DU. The truth lies on her death bed and with her children – but as I scribbled in the summary, deluded narratives prevented you all to say a proper goodbye. A huge fucking shame and shameful.

    • Lovely sad beautiful poem.

      Thanks for posting 🙏

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