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Waterloo
May 3, 2026
Lights, smoke, hair spills thick across her eyes
Silky golden ripples upon the night sea ride
The oldest punk rock etiquette etched across my arm
A smoldering cigarette that enchants effective charms
Dance, dance, dance to stunt regret
A cemetery of moments holds vigil for the Next
Live, live, live bloated on "what if"
Forgive, pensive, with loaded sentiment
Upon this night road drifting a tender eye prevails
Yet sees not where Love will enter, but knows She will not fail
What time, what space, what gentle touch of hers
Yields forth the abstract answer to sharpen wistful blurs?
Editor: Kolby Russell
About the Poet
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Yosh is an IT specialist for a private school in South Texas, USA. Writing is something he did for fun when he was younger, but endless distractions like TV shows and video games got in the way. Now, he looks to find his voice again.
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- Dance, dance, dance to stunt regret
- A cemetery of moments holds vigil for the Next
Very interesting two lines: Cannot out run regret.