Poems from the Chapbook,

"The Dead Dance Like Compost"- By Tom Miller

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nothing

 

can you hear it

 

it is the sound

of all i never did

 

the life i missed

out on

 

the love i didn't find

and the sound

 

is an emptiness

louder than nothing

 

blacker than darkness

more alone than

 

loneliness

 

it is a loud sound

like screaming

 

but it's heard inside

and each hears his own

 

terrible

silence

 

always

and then some

 

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love

 

each morning

as if the last

 

slow kiss

of sea and sun

 

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dating service

 

i am 32

young

 

average looks

seeking

 

one of your

bitches

 

got any chicks here?

i'm trying to get laid

 

maybe get a relationship

if they can keep their

 

mouths shut

and pay my bills

 

i'm easy to get along with

i write poetry

 

children are

out of the question

 

i like to drink

smoke

 

come home late and

throw up

 

if you feel

like you want to

 

get laid, pay my bills

have no children

 

listen to my poetry

keep your mouth shut

 

and clean up my puke

 

give me a call

i'll be waiting here

 

alone

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