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He was full of [broken] promise[s]
[rain checks and train wrecks]
He had a thick [suit of] skin
made by [others'] scars
from vicious [love and] wars
[that he can not remember]
He was [not] a man,
[just a boy] with a bright star
and his impressive, three piece
pinstripe suit [of skin],
with double-breasted pockets
[to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box]
and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
[rain checks and train wrecks]
He had a thick [suit of] skin
made by [others'] scars
from vicious [love and] wars
[that he can not remember]
He was [not] a man,
[just a boy] with a bright star
and his impressive, three piece
pinstripe suit [of skin],
with double-breasted pockets
[to hold hearts that don't fit in his glove box]
and hand stitching along the lines of his brand new sleeves.
Literature
Pirate Radio
I found your number on the bathroom stall.
It said you might have answers.
Please call me back if you get this message.
I got your address from a box of Captain Crunch.
It said to write a letter for a prize surprise.
I could really use one about now.
I heard your name on pirate radio,
In a very intellectual sounding conversation.
I saw your face on a stranger's back.
He got the tattoo when he was in the service.
He was getting it removed when we met.
He told me he lost the faith.
He told me crosses are instruments of torture.
He told me he used to burn them in his neighbors' front lawns.
I felt your fire in the constellations,
Literature
What they never teach you about grief
1.
You will not cry demurely in socially acceptable situations.
Instead you shall perform the walking
howl;
and cry hysterically, calm down, and cry, and calm
as you try to gather yourself on the way to the station.
2.
You will be late for work - you will see the dress you wore
last time you saw your lost one -
and you will hold it and breathe into it as if maybe just maybe
you will smell them or feel them or it will change things
and then find you cannot hold it together while wearing it,
change, and miss your train.
3.
You will find this happens over and over and you buy new things
so that they are not 'oh I wore this with
Literature
When love rhymes
You said God made me perfect
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
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He was full of broken promises,
rain checks and train wrecks.
He had a thick suit of skin,
made by others' scars
from vicious love, and war, and regrets,
that he can not remember.
He was not a man,
just a boy with a bright star,
and his impressive, dazzling
three piece pinstripe suit of skin.
I'm in pieces.
They are all completely torn.
Complete with double-breasted pockets,
to hold hearts that don't fit,
and hand stitching along
the lines of his brand new sleeves.
He was full of broken promises,
rain checks and train wrecks.
He had a thick suit of skin,
made by others' scars
from vicious love, and war, and regrets,
that he can not remember.
He was not a man,
just a boy with a bright star,
and his impressive, dazzling
three piece pinstripe suit of skin.
I'm in pieces.
They are all completely torn.
Complete with double-breasted pockets,
to hold hearts that don't fit,
and hand stitching along
the lines of his brand new sleeves.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactI found it very interesting this take on the "gangster" lifestyle. And how you did it really caught my attention. I mean for the "body" of the poem you wrote exactly what other people see. The so called glorious life of a gangster. But, within it you added to the body, and wrote down what it really was. It is a very impressive piece of work. This poem has actually inspired me to try some other things with my writing, and for that I am truly thankful. People should know what a gangster is before they wish they were one