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coffee stains on a white shirt

standing on a sidewalk

holding hands with two people

arms are wide

I have to let go with one hand

but i don’t know which hand.

can’t I just stand here??

somewhere inbetween

don’t loose patience

don’t let go

we must remember:

winner takes all

a soldier never leaves his post

only time will tell

I will wake up from colourful dreams

and drag myself around in the waking hours

dripping coffee down my throat

until I overflow

coffee pours onto a white tank top

even bleach cannot remove the stain

in the hush of the moon

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4 responses

  1. he is bleach.

    praying love washes white, friend.

    i love you.

    August 20, 2010 at 5:32 am

  2. no stain too great. like your style with your poetry…like a sutter shot allowing our minds to fill in the middles…

    August 20, 2010 at 10:38 am

  3. dripping coffee down my throat

    until I overflow

    coffee pours onto a white tank top

    even bleach cannot remove the stain..

    lovely writing..
    beautiful poem!

    August 20, 2010 at 1:35 pm

  4. oh, the images….

    August 20, 2010 at 1:38 pm

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