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: Leftovers : by LiBbey Joplin : You dinned on my heart, : Babe.. : You, left it in the fridge, : but I guess leftovers are best? : I've dared to be irrelevant, for you : Babe. : You know: Peace, love and rock'n roll. : ?How I dare to roll, : to rail, : to be rile'd? : what's, waht's real...? : Love seems a cheap imitation, : Or maybe an imaginary scene dipped in honey. : Or ah Waht? : Of what else, but primal pain. : I'll miss the bliss. : The night's whiskey'd hue : bound me from all confusion, : before you tump me before it starts, : Yet all again. : Babe you're--Pain, endured.. : A temporal bust of carnivorus loveliness, : aka sutra something etc, : & non-sensical dues, : however much fraught : with and without fuss. : A half eaten heart--Sigh.. : Sits in the fridge humming: "what have you, : can you give, : As to love?" : Love? : what IS "I" a verb-toy, : Growing done in beer and nuts. : Love? : A bed'd SENSE OF EMOTION : OF WAHT-- One? : Then ME as a faded fading so too.. : Get a Life..? : Chiefly my own known as, : A half eaten leftover heart? : What does love spell? : And then waht the hell? : I am a frosted whisky'd breath, : sitting a stump leaning into : Dawn's first rays. : Everything looks the same, : Babe. : Ain't I, : and i, : a will to drop a note in : fast frosted rambling wounds... : that be in truth, : your rich hot grooves--Nix'd.. : Just ((MY)) self pleading blue. : Yeah, you told me so. : Yeah, my LOVE served me up my : Heart bit by bit, : And dared me to be irrelevant; : then left me cold--heart in hand. : I'm alright, : I still got what's left me. : My heart in a pot. : I'll just warm it up in the microwave. : MY LOVE.. : Peace, blue bells and rock'n roll. : ©2003 LiBbey Joplin, all rights reserved. : Blue Note Poetry Co-Op. : You all are welcome to come visit the tribal soul kitchen and explore matters of poetry and music.

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