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Copyright (c) 2020 William S. Friday
And Please Don’t Call Me When You Read This Because I’m Fine
Tag: bloody awful poetry
Pouring Hot Coffee into Cold (4:17 am)
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Copyright (c) 2020 William S. Friday
Expositing
Expositing
“Why can’t you tell me how you really feel?”
You mean like, expositing
the shooting star, blazing
through the night sky?
In that moment, gazing?
Catch me when my tears dry.
Copyright (c) 2020 William S. Friday
Muth Labben
Today is for counting my wasted yesterdays
Each one neatly lined up
row on dusty row
Every year the same
Today is for remembering your unborn tomorrows
And the time I sit
because walking is too slow
There is no blame
Today is for pretending to make sense of the past
From a life ended
with nothing to show
When I speak your name
Today is for thinking that memories last
But all they do is fade
until they go
Like every unfinished song to be sung
About the death of a son
Copyright © 2012 William S. Friday
Planet Oklahoma
I grew up on a moon
orbiting
the planet Oklahoma.
Copyright © 2015 William S. Friday
You loom, blushing…
You loom,
blushing,
like the full moon
that rises,
red,
through the clouds
at sunset.
(c) 2013 William S. Friday
