K. Louis
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A partly cloudy WednesdayA Poem by K. LouisI am not hindered bymy past; though it exists, a hollow bodiedmirror head. So does the white sununsteadily,the light ricochets off the houses and puts.. |
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RemnantA Poem by K. LouisI used to sit on the leaf piled porch and write.The air would be thick with paintings of you. For whatever reason I was always looking at the street l.. |
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EchoesA Poem by K. LouisIn the silence of night I look in the mirrorto find the ghost of me,shattered.who are you and where are you going?the veil between‘what was&rsqu.. |
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Transitory MuseA Poem by K. LouisThe land is sun drenchedand the clouds a reminderyou cant force a line.I thought about you at the station,your book of poetry and thatold worn out pen.. |
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Lost TimeA Poem by K. LouisA few weeks ago, I “hung out” drunken and smoking the white widow into the wee hours of the night, sleeping on someone else's bed. G.. |
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Dis/integrationA Poem by K. LouisThe tree bent toward Mt. Diablo howlswith spiny skeleton claws reaching toward the evening passion fruit sky. |
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RemainsA Poem by K. LouisTen years ago I wrote my truthin blood across the stale white pageI talked of killing dad with plasticknives and birds that probably meantlove or deat.. |
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Gray DaysA Poem by K. LouisAnother day passes bylistless as I am wordless gloomy, the clouds blanketthe day and I beg for anything that might make meforget another day is passin.. |
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Lost PassionA Poem by K. Louisafter a momentblanksome thoughtshere and therelike wavesof chatter in the distanceblack coffee because you're not as energeticas you once werebut you .. |
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PiecesA Poem by K. LouisThe days before Christmas were blue with crispy air too shallow, I couldn’t think in anything but gray.nights at national were terrifying in a w.. |
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