Tag: poem
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Ashtray Girl
A tiger’s red eye blinking—she sucked each jointto ash, slid her handspast no return,snatchedmy hard-earned cash. She surfed a wave of whiskeypast the breakerseach new dawn,claimed every songworth singingremained as yet unsung. I met her and grew oldwith her, with onlyone regret—our spark flaredbright, but faded fast;a burnt-out cigarette. Ryan Stone
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Galaxies
Catch me a star, little spaceman,he’d call, and I’d catch a breath of whiskeyand hand-rolled cigarettes, mingledwith the sweat of his shirtas I tumbled back into strong hands. My father would launch meto the ceiling and ask,How do the stars look up there?And they were bright, the stars,like his eyes far below. Brightlike the glint…
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