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Danny Price

A Long Hair on the Pillow

plenty more on that beautiful head
of hers
 
she’ll
never
even know it’s missing
 
i do my best not to disturb it
leave it just as it is
care for it
love it
 
because i know
in moments like these
there’s nothing worse than feeling
like you didn’t really matter
and that you might easily
be replaced
forgotten

Other works by Danny Price...
To the Lonesome of the Club

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
A Candle I Could Not Keep

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
There Is Nothing That The Monsters Won't Take

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
Prayers

dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
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The Sincerest Form of Flattery

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
Rice

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
Why I Talk to Myself

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
If A Guitar Can Remember

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
[tire takes the pirate]

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
Sad Song On Repeat

after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
Necrophiliac

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
Greetings from a Star-Crossed Lover

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
[a foot wants the ground]

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
Brutality Weeps

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
As We Ride Out A Storm

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light



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