Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: Days On End (Bison Jack)

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In the Window by Chris Blakeley

In the Window by Chris Blakeley

Today,
I saw an old girlfriend
coming out of a bookstore
and to avoid us both
having to smile through the lies,
I ducked into a bar,
ordered a glass of wine,
and thought about the times
we lay around naked for
days on end, and left
nothing unsaid.
It wasn’t until I ordered
another glass, and asked
to see the menu, that I saw
her sitting in the cafe across
the street, staring back at me.
_Bison Jack

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for days on end,
I saw her staring at me
in the bookstore
the bar
the cafe

to avoid having to see
I ducked into
an old thought
about a girlfriend
sitting through the lay around times
and naked lies a menu
coming out of us both

It wasn’t until
today
I saw the smile
I ordered a glass of wine
and asked

we ordered
another glass
and left
nothing unsaid

across that street and back

 

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: Little Deaths (Bison Jack)

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Coffee by Lee Thatcher

Coffee by Lee Thatcher

Amidst the blood
in the spit of mouthwash,
the sour milk in the fridge
and the empty bottle of Tylenol,
the beautiful young daughter
of a woman who loved me
once stares back from my
computer screen and forgives
me for what might have been–
on this morning of little
deaths and black coffee.

–Bison Jack

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a beautiful woman
once young
loved me
amidst spit and blood and
little deaths
Tylenol, mouthwash,
the bottle of the daughter who might have been

the computer screen forgives me
and for what

the sour milk
stares back from my
empty fridge

black coffee this morning

 

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Lovelorn Poet in Western Massachusetts: Windy

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brake lights by punchyy

Brake Lights by Punchyy

there is fluid in the brake lights i don’t mind that you don’t write your own songs that one time in Hartford was nothing more than your way of reselling expired fruit with new sellby stickers so i’ll buy myself my own smoothie, Augustus will watch me drink it, and he’ll have that same displeased look upon his face as he did the first time we met.

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Lovelorn Poet in NYC: Light Vs. Dark

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wrong way by steve rotman

Wrong Way by Steve Rotman

There is a right and wrong way to do things.
This was the wrong way.
It’s just that simple.

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there was
this and that

to just do simple things
right a way

is the wrong way
it’s wrong

 

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: Thereafter (Bison Jack)

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desk and chair by anyjazz65

Desk and Chair by anyjazz65

It is true that I often think
about you and there are days
at my desk when the memories
of what might have been are
my muse, but after all these
years when I ran into you on
the street today and looked
into your daughter’s eyes,
I finally saw the place where
all the time goes.

–Bison Jack

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On Desk Street

There are days
where I think about
what goes when

It is true that when I ran
after the muse
into the time
into the place
my memories of my eyes
might have been
your daughter’s

I finally looked at these
and often

Thereafter
you saw all but
you
and
the years are all
today

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