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Runcible Spoon

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There is So Much Pain

 

i think of you as one precious book removed

from a shelf and misplaced

for years you are the thing that cannot be found

I root around in all of my dark corners for you

I am a bringer of what if's

to understand suffering, one must -

there's no way around the obvious

hurting-howling

bits and pieces

weeds twine round our rusted poles

we are roadside curios

we are who knows what now

come dawn's little prick of half light

and every poetic word you meant to say

lodged in your throat

where she pulled them clear with her fingers

and you laughed but behind laughter there was pain

so much pain

I think of you now as star light on pavement

behind abandoned motels, broken soda machines

and graffitied pay phones

little darlin' beckoning toward dark stairs

and I touch your hair

and you laugh but behind your laughter...