Stefon Napier
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On the lines of my Old ScarsA Poem by Stefon NapierI'll cry out when I'm in painbut I'll smile too becauseit means people will hear meand on the lines of my old scarsI'll write poetry and then they'll .. |
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False Circles and a Full MoonA Poem by Stefon NapierLater.Perhaps tomorrow.The next day like it was tomorrowThen a week built of spare changefor a few fizzy moments.Maybe. Then later.Later never remembe.. |
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The FlamingoA Poem by Stefon NapierWithin the sphere of my head, I am safe, thoughthere could be a number of things that I am running away from.A stuffed flamingo on a shelf, watches th.. |
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Make Shift Prayer TimesA Poem by Stefon NapierDeath in a bag and ocean floor symptomsfor the afterlife of fame.Fiction derives from the common day.Some days you have to run away with your everyday.. |
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Thoughts of an OutsiderA Poem by Stefon NapierAlone, like famine in a languageI travel.Footsteps barely clinging to the groundin the wake of frail parched shadowsduring a morning less dawnlike an .. |
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Death of a CampFireA Poem by Stefon NapierI think of that distance which will not in a roadbut for the cracks of pebbles and stones on a grey wildand I contemplate on all the places that I hav.. |
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Surrender to the TragicA Poem by Stefon NapierIn this world, idealism is only small thing.These towns will surrender,masquerading love before a fermenting mooneven as the heart of the last jukebox.. |
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In Wake of a Saturday EveningA Poem by Stefon NapierFrom the window, a Paris breeze unkempt,as she lingers within the naked hourkeeping the famished streets waiting.Her gentleman is fatigue.Her pocketbo.. |
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We're All Running out of PoetryA Poem by Stefon NapierWe're all running out of poetryinscribing pale imitations of wordsto the left of our hearts.I wonder if I can ever seethe white from the dark again.It.. |
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We're All Running out of GoodbyesA Poem by Stefon NapierA Continuation of "We're Running Out of Earth" by Devin Mitchell Durbin Side poetry |
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