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Absolution

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She said…

Baby,

I wanna make you feel all better.

Be absolution for the blame.

 

I said…

I appreciate that,

lover.

But I no longer play the game. 

I won’t give myself that freely now,

or ever be the same. 

I don’t let my guard down,

because you haven’t earned my pain. 

And there is no absolution

for the blame.

 

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Echoes

Happy Birthday

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Happy Birthday,

Baby! 

I thought of you,

today. 

I surprised myself,

because I even got the date right. 

I pictured you having a good time,

then,

I pictured you

fucking some guy

I will never know the name of. 

Finally,

I thought,

you deserve it.

 

© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday

One of These Things

photo credit uvalaw.typepad.com

photo credit uvalaw.typepad.com

Johnny Cash covers

will never be better than

covers sung by Johnny Cash.

 

A home run watched

from the fifth deck at Dodger Stadium

will always be better than

listening to Charley Steiner

call a home run

on my car radio

no offense Charley

you’re not Vin Scully.

 

Sex without love

makes you common

love without sex

makes you a fool

sex and love together

makes you a porn star.

 

 

 

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