Eddie Roa Biography

What have I gotten myself into?
A commune of faggots, dilettantes,
Men In mistaken milieus
Ladies feigning radical chic
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I espied a red glint
In between the cracks
On the wooden panels
Of a locked up closet
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The foothills are rueful and evasive today
Their outline glow seems palled and
The twilight reluctant to give up the light
The sun a dull emboss on weak pink,
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Tell him not to go
Tug at his coat sleeves
Cry out in plea
Won’t you?
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Hey! I saw you
I told the breeze as he swooped
And lifted a lady’s skirt
With no one seeing us
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