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'eighth grade lovers' timothy r gates, 8/21/2008

Right outside the window
under three stories
behind an overgrown
shrub
eighth grade lovers
kiss, kiss, kiss
as fresh today, eye
I
smell the fresh cut grass
under the bush, too.

'eighth grade lovers' timothy r gates, 8/21/2008

Right outside the window
under three stories
behind an overgrown
shrub
eighth grade lovers
kiss, kiss, kiss
as fresh today, eye
I
smell the fresh cut grass
under the bush, too.

'turn the other cheek' timothy r gates, 8/18/2008

turn
other cheek
-not into that?
Military exam
refusal from
both
ends
(meet the middle)
turn
other cheek
-how many times?
S&M,
necessary for warriors
(mystics)
ohm
kyrie eleison
Gospodi pomilui
....let me
be free from death's demise
(whose, who's?)
turn the other
cheek?
'turn the other cheek II' timothy 8/18/2008

dance
sit
play
shit
turn the...
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'test' timothy r gates, 8/19/2008

atheist test:
during orgasms
do you yell out,
'Oh, G-o-d!?'
theist test:
do you do the same,
ignoring prohibition
regarding profanity?
Agnostic test:
at the same heights
are you conflicted?
G-o-d test:
when fucking us
do yo yell out,
'Oh, P-e-o-p-l-e!?'
(this is where
i hope for a sense of humor,
divine,
human-e;
or...., for me
it's,
'Oh, shit!')

'eat my flesh' timothy r gates, 8/15/2008 (inspired by Namaste)

Prayers ascend
descend
resurrect
tomorrows
now
'eat my flesh;
drink my blood'
we all do the same,
if we dare
hate;
love.
Four and twenty elders,
smoke of their incense
arrives,
divine Eros' bong.
She says,
'eat me.'
i comply.
Hell's flames embraced,
heaven's domain.
We all eat
we all drink
we all pray,
not...
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'every kiss' or 'my store bought hippie clothes' timothy r gates, 8/14/2008

kiss,
every one
i remember
mind's eye
better, these days,
than my eyes.
at 17,
eyes better.
every kiss
each one:
the best!
was a hippie,
in my mind,
on the picket lines,
wearing my store bought
pants made out of a flag,
from a men's store,
an american crest shirt,
with a...
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'there's nothing wrong with us' timothy r gates, 8/13/2008 (from one with nothing wrong, either)

there's nothing with us.
'forgive and forget,' i was told
'didn't jesus do this for you?' i was told
i remember that one time,
she was 15, me 16,
she got frightened,
me too,
her, 'no,' was sufficient for me
never forgot this,
still can feel it,
right now.
I...
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brown' timothy r gates, 8/12/2008

eyes
skin
day
add this pigment
that hue
still brown
no such thing as white or black
only with pigments and sun,
or lack thereof.
brown
chocolate
covered with more,
white chocolate,
still
brown.
yes, coffee's like that
too.

'trauma of this repose' timothy r gates, 8/11/2008

'Death, oh, where
is thy sting?'
the prophet rhetorically cries.
the divine son screamed,
'why have you left me alone?'
i've prayed for it
tried to effect it
have affected it
still, alas,
to it's chagrin,
i'm here.
Bless the day,
i do.
Curse the same day,
not any longer.
The day is only one,
one fucking...
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'Genesis Story' timothy r gates, 8/9/2008

for myself,
i find,
layer
after layer,
peeled,
leaving more
not ready
to be removed,
only so many 'I's' able to be perceived,
at least today
at once.
then,
there's next time.
Garden's hiss,
'be something other than you,
be me, or him, or her, them, it, or g-o-d,'
icon of silliness,
not able to behold true beauty,
calling...
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