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Lovers Past

Lovers past,

The Memories last.

The bad softens, the good glows. II ms;

Rainstorms, grass fields, and make-believe ba roo ,

Quiet times of laughing eyes,

Joyous welcomes, long good-byes.

Small momentos and special places-
All a part of me today.

They never leave in lonely times

And help me write these selfish lines.

Let me live them again in memory,

But please not again in reality.

-Frank LaFalse

Primitive Palace

Billows of smoke hang throughout the room
Prying into arid throats and burning eyes,

tranquilling suffocating its prey.
But we just go on secretly sipping our sours.

Bare-breasted broads, thrusting themselves lavishly
entice, yet repulse, keeping us keyed to the savage

slinkiness of the female.
But we just go on dreamingly drowning ourselves in our daquiris.

So many pretty-painted bottles lined like tin soldiers
Each a unique and suppressive high

surrounded by glass walls
Yet we still sink our sorrows in our sloe gin

High school heroes and naive nebuli
Afraid and overwhelmed, yet lured by adult games

(not to be played by mere minors)
And you and I wearily finish yet another and depart.

+-Sue Snyder