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Exoskeleton BluesA thick-wrapped night, where fog,
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like weeds, had sprung
and drowned Decatur Street,
'cept for a few lit eateries;
spitballs of dotted light.
A figure, running
like The Man was licking
at its neck, a teary ribbon
down its cheek a-dripping
pooling at the throat.
Wet, rib-shaking sobs blew lungs
already straining from the run,
my heart a rabid, raving felon
hammering his bars.
His prints still smeared across my wrist,
his voice an earworm drilling fast
into my brain, I dove into the mist:
a veil of doors.
A girl, a boy, I could not care,
had it been Jesus standing there
arm interlinked with that bold whore
who'd sworn himself to me.
A thousand thoughts rose in my blood:
a convent, poison, all too good
and none would help, just armour, hard
all over, 'gainst such treachery.
The cry came high: a choirboy scream.
My heels scraped gravel as the moan
grew stronger. Veiled in Chartreuse, swarming
solid mists advanced.
The Feu-Fo-Lay, my mother said,
when I was younger, in my bed,
will get you.
We are Going to Live ForeverWe are Going to Live Forever
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by Cody Dean Thomas
Mans best friend meets tragic end.
The story's sad but true.
The newspaper's won't headline this.
Need not the world be blue.
For its the man who misses him,
and the world has nothing to do.
Long life lived, but not long enough.
The man asks, "why friend must you leave?"
For childhood dreams tell of endless life,
Of games of catch and retrieve
Heaven has a place for dogs,
With endless bones to bury.
No need for weary legs my friend,
You can now run endless prairie.
Who will greet me when home I come?
The ball lays in the grass .
Memory haunts the faded senses,
And love will never pass
You feared the day would come soon boy,
Off to college to learn the trade.
You know you would be gone then,
You miss those days you played.
Goodbye Lucky, I love you.