The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 6 | Page 26

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two poems by daniel hees

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Blood red water standing still in the puddle

Late dawn

Settled in morning

Unsettled mourning Un-

drunk bottle of wine Sun

drunk up you're shine

Broken flask

No casket

No wasted time.

I miss your smile

You never laughed as much you smiled

It’s been awhile now

Got a few miles down

I miss the way your tiles sounds

Our arguments bouncing off the ground, then the walls, then back off the ground again. Get up kid! you gotta forever be getting back up!

There isn’t a road that ends, just the ones you chose to walk.

The taste of Tuaca and coors from a can

I’ll go buy six packs to bath in

I even miss you laid up half dead in bed

Finger nails long and misshapen because ewe decided not to cut them Just to be trimmed for death

In heaven we all have dirty finger nails And a lose of breath

The last of it left when we die.

The eyes and last breaths of a dead man.

“Respond pawn to E5, don't forget to hide the bottom card, and don't think you thinking will get you that far.

Don’t hide your heart, i know you want too, I know its scary, but I'm dying and need to know the world sees you.

That you let the letter not represent but believe in you.

Each word is behind you like i am

Tattoo around your scars so we never forget them