Nov. 17, 2011

What A Crazy Man Said

by Steve J. Burkett (author's profile)

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What a Crazy Man Said
Crazy one
fills my house
with dead horses
Far away dream
of bad poems
I see storms
of insomnia
naked woman
Jeannie
artwork
poetry
art is poetry
poetry an art
the hand of God
On scraps
of old newspapers
Yes
I'm still crazy
smell bad too
I wasn't
always
this old.
Steve J. Burkett

Love Story
what's missing
seeing you naked
sunday morning
our walks
in the rain
conversation
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I remember
people
driving away
in old cars
I remember
my grandfather
sleeping peacefully
in his box
I remember
my father
lost
in a bottle
my window
is dark
tonight
my skies
filled
with black clouds
my brother
taking
a long nap
my son
wouldn't
take anymore
I remember
so many
gone

I remember
them
in the night
I call out
for them
they
are gone

I remember
as I sit
in the dark
alone
I remember
9-27-2011
Steve J. Burkett

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