Timothy Goodmansen Poems

Starving for Mary

I Eat and you leave me. I Drink
and my thirst for you is gone
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She comes to me sometimes, mostly on the nights I throw my little fit and sleep outside on the grass in my sleeping bag.

I close my eyes and take deep breaths and remember the scent, deep breath and then that scent; like some sort of flower with vanilla extract.
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My promise to you

I love you more dear
This is clear
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She holds me down
- with her - sad, sad, frown
Red lipstick, white nightgown
- she is the cream - I swirl in thick
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Mary.. Mary, where do you go
when the world begins to slow
And the light outside gets low
and I see you there - mary
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