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a poem by Matthew Dexter

What I've Missed

I've had knives to my neck,
Guns to my head,
Drugs to my lungs,
Drugs to my nose,
Drugs to my brain.
I've trained the monkey to
Dance on my shoulders
And all I want is to hold her
And teach her to ride a tricycle and
Smoke cigars under the sun.

© by Matthew Dexter

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #6 ~ November 2009