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Pesch's Poems: Empty Chocolate Box
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Friday, September 20, 2013. If life is like a box of chocolates. I can only assume it's meant to be devoured. Rapidly, and wholeheartedly,. The pretty gold foil of childhood eagerly discarded. To get to the good stuff. And when the first layer of goodness. You realize all too suddenly. You only have half left. And even though it's true. There's some marzipan in your past. And in your future,. Waiting to take you by surprise. With its clash of soapy texture. And a hint of bitterness.
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Pesch's Poems: September 2013
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Monday, September 30, 2013. I was always sure. Hers would be the next call. Delayed with some excuse. Errands, car trouble,. I was always hers. Until that last call,. The one that meant no more. Calls were coming,. The one that ripped. The bowl of cereal. To the laminated floor,. On the spreading sea of milk,. As it made its way. I sank down and sat. My slippered feet sliding. A bit as I splotched down. The wave of milk rolled. Blueberry islands in arcs. As the drips landed. As it rippled into spilt milk.
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Pesch's Poems: Spilt Milk
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Monday, September 30, 2013. I was always sure. Hers would be the next call. Delayed with some excuse. Errands, car trouble,. I was always hers. Until that last call,. The one that meant no more. Calls were coming,. The one that ripped. The bowl of cereal. To the laminated floor,. On the spreading sea of milk,. As it made its way. I sank down and sat. My slippered feet sliding. A bit as I splotched down. The wave of milk rolled. Blueberry islands in arcs. As the drips landed. As it rippled into spilt milk.
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Pesch's Poems: Obstacle
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Friday, September 20, 2013. There was an impassible. I guess when it was labeled. On me bridging the gap. I'd have reached back. To bring you out. Of the dark, damp. Where cool walls shade. From the sizzle of the sun,. But you're not here. Since when I overcame. I did it alone. So now this place. By wedging my body,. Working slowly upward,. With its royal rock,. Spread out and shining,. And back there,. Assuring my solitude,. A slit in the ground. Just an impossible leap. View my complete profile.
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TANSTAAFL: But This is Close: 2014-05-18
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TANSTAAFL: But This is Close. Lunch still isn't free, but all this will cost you is the time it takes to read. It's supposed to help/force me to write more. I guess it's working. May 18, 2014. Post law law post. I am in the middle of my journal petition. Which consists of reading 375 pages of legal material and writing a 20 page paper on it in the span of 14 days. Oh, and there's editing exercises also. But that's not the reason I'm posting. I won money in two handball tournaments (Tallcorn, Milwaukee).
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TANSTAAFL: But This is Close: 2014-06-22
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TANSTAAFL: But This is Close. Lunch still isn't free, but all this will cost you is the time it takes to read. It's supposed to help/force me to write more. I guess it's working. June 27, 2014. I could write a whole book using this experience. I guess that's where focus comes from. Something to tie it all together. Something significant enough to yield perspective. Why do people only take you seriously if it's something serious? Why couldn't a trip to the grocery store be an event to tie a life together?
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TANSTAAFL: But This is Close: 2015-01-18
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TANSTAAFL: But This is Close. Lunch still isn't free, but all this will cost you is the time it takes to read. It's supposed to help/force me to write more. I guess it's working. January 23, 2015. I have some catching up to do. Views), it can be found here: http:/ almostfreelunch.blogspot.com/2011/05/john-barney-of-ames-police-department.html. To do it. When I think don't hit the side wall. In handball, I hit the side wall. Not frequently. Maybe one in twenty times I think it, and I don't think i...I'm n...
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Pesch's Poems: New Smell
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Monday, September 30, 2013. Eight or ten times. I looked over my shoulder. Back at me,. An amplification of motion. When a tissue flutters. In the prismatic grasp. Eight or ten times. I realized the scent. Did not herald the approach. Of a new conquerer. But rather a small change. For adjustment is slow. Where scent is concerned;. The nose is last to let go. Long after faces fade,. Lilac will conjure tears. In the crow's-foot crevices. As the sun-filled yard. Yields to a curtained,. On the day of the last.
