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A Poem by Mike Goodwin
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Its ... when I'm eating, knowing I sleep all alone. It's quiet now, It's louder then, I stand still like a stone. Oh woah, only from my dreams where we won't go.

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I'm in metaphorical love with metaphorical stripper.
In my head when she's gone, and gone when I'm with her.
When I watch her perform her daily routine,
My head's in a mess and my insides scream.

Don't know if I should tell her or lay down low,
While she lets every last bit of it go.
Should I hold on by the ends?
Or cut the whole rope?

Her face throws me off like a mechanical bull,
But keeps me on with a magnetic pull.
A paradox of power, a double-action.
Further skews my probable factions.

Some days she's clothed, some days she's naked,
Everything's still, or everything's shaking.
When she's shaking I can hardly give her a glance.
But when she's still I feel that we have a chance.

I read her now like I read a book,
Thinking of chances lost and chances took.
Thinking of the simplicity that saves her,
Helping me in turn.

I look at her with obvious eyes,
On my hideous face that fear she'll despise.
And I enter a realm that I do not know,
Where I think and try and poignant thoughts don't go.

But I don't know yet, and will see how it goes.
While the stripper takes off all of her clothes. 
Right now I try to forget and close my eyes.
Muster my definite strength and enjoy the ride.

© 2012 Mike Goodwin


Author's Note

Mike Goodwin
Its ... when I'm eating, knowing I sleep all alone. It's quiet now, It's louder then, I stand still like a stone. Oh woah, only from my dreams where we won't go.

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Added on October 22, 2012
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