Cigar Aficionado Poems

Voices uncured cracked lips soothed
smoothed dunked in sugar
carried out.
Napkins embroidered kitchens hell is
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Fear lacking treading educations edge
handled packets information needed
medications late fault lays in mind.
Painted faces crumble thoughtful minds
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it is not amazing
it is not grace
that now matter
how well published you are
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I enjoy day labor
riding in from the country
making the american wage.
We pull in to the shelter
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Walking I fell off into her
Rose
was cool
waiting to be murdered.
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I take a stroll every now and then
to stop thinking.
Looking at the trash that does have
to come from some where.
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Numb mind to faded pain ingloriously
stupefied look purple haze
bubbled thought
no more pasts.
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She is a Nicaraguan beauty,
dark of beat, a treat so sweet.
Leaves a petal, tender handed
double banded, for her man.
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Explosive, red invited
hunched into,
the other world.
One strains, through
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It is humble origin can be, brown fields
dusty hands, like you.
To smell you when you come home, saves
us money.
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