joe's poems make me almost cry,
but the tears never actually fall
like the giant los angeles rain drops
that hit my car on the way to work yesterday.
i do cry sometimes.
i just don't usually let people
see me cry.
it's private, you know.
i think you saw my tears once.
it was the night that i threw a bottle
at the ceiling, ripped up old photos,
and crushed the last dead rose.
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I love this one! Very powerful.
ReplyDeletehmm, some of these images sound familiar. i like, i like.
ReplyDeletei know what this is about!
ReplyDeleteuhh i cried a little just now..
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