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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JAMES BABBS Sometimes It's Hard I slept with the bottle last night there was nothing good on TV and the radio voices kept screaming in my ears I pulled the bottle closer to me wondering how many drinks it would take until I no longer cared and I laughed out loud but nobody was there to hear me and that made me laugh even more while I held the bottle so nothing spilled out and I thought I saw faces on the walls I thought I saw Jesus looking back at me or maybe it was Satan sometimes it's hard for me to tell them apart The Dark Spaces Between the Stars alone listening to the rain fall and I'm sitting here on the couch waiting for madness my beautiful lover to arrive because she comes around here all the time slipping silently through a crack in the wall and I keep wondering why we never talk about the dark spaces between the stars but only the beauty of their light I contemplate all the wishes that are made but never come true now I hear the rain and it sounds like hundreds of tiny feet scurrying across my roof and outside the window I watch a robin teetering atop the light fixture next to my front door underneath the eaves and he's trying desperately not to get wet |
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