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Danny Price

The Last Car In The Parking Lot

illuminated with the yellowish-orange glow of the street lamps
parked alone now
waiting to be driven away by
the last man at the office
 
dedicated to his job
or just not wanting to going home
 
afraid of facing another night thinking about her
looking over at the side of the bed where she used to lay
walking into the bathroom without her in there peeing
or popping blackheads in the mirror
 
wondering what could have been
 
so he stays late
distracting himself
with papers and tasks
desperate to forget his broken heart

Autres oeuvres par Danny Price...
A Poem

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
What The Hell Am I Doing With My Life?

when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
[dreams need their distance]

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
It’s Okay to be Sad Everyday

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
“If This Is My Last Poem...”

the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
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Always Get Back On The Bike

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
I'd Die For A Kiss

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
Sweet Undying Moon

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
He Cries

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
You Can Not Lose A Poem

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
A-minor

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
Two Wrongs

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
Obituary

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
Total Eclipse of the Mart

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
A-minor

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise



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