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How many lives do dogs get?
A spider fell in my coffee
I let it drown for old times sake and thought
that the space between the thieves
feels like the one between the drip and twitching fingertip
don't trust no one but yourself no more
and keep one eye on that guy too
his eyes don't look like they did
he sees slow tweaks in every smile
the playmates all left their games behind
but who remembers winning?
what use is looking back
when the blood in every brother
has already poured away
I let it drown for old times sake and thought
that the space between the thieves
feels like the one between the drip and twitching fingertip
don't trust no one but yourself no more
and keep one eye on that guy too
his eyes don't look like they did
he sees slow tweaks in every smile
the playmates all left their games behind
but who remembers winning?
what use is looking back
when the blood in every brother
has already poured away
Published 7th Jan 2014
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7th Jan 2014 6:24am
13th Jan 2014 2:23am
Their my favourite lines from this, even though they were almost an afterthought.
9th Jan 2014 7:02am
Interesting mirror image. It’s as though you’ve called the past to confront the future, forced their eyes to meet. Forced them to take note of all the differences, of the scars and the will that drove each change.
A weighted read for a heavy subject that too often floats past our attention.
A weighted read for a heavy subject that too often floats past our attention.
13th Jan 2014 2:21am
Thank you. Lol I'm trying to write a short poem that nobody can ever read in one go, I think I'm getting closer but I'm not there yet.
Anonymous
11th Jan 2014 5:28am
Awesome storytelling. And obviously you are a phenomenal writer.
13th Jan 2014 2:22am
