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Of mine-starky, lean, and well philosophical.
His brown eyes only scanned me I was
Nothing to him.
He always stormed in just in time
I'd think he must be absent today
But no there he'd come, tall white and well,
Alluring.
His bags all over the floor how could he make
Mess look so classy so elegant
Damn. He
Spoke with such top-notch diction and
His voice-straight, methodical, structured
But perhaps the enchantment came from
His cedar-like after-smell like Jewish markets
In the City. That rich, well-educated, cocky smell.
Avery sat across the room, and read his writing
I read mine to him, but
I was nothing
To him.
Poetry by Eli Bar
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Written on 2018-01-15 at 18:44
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Avery, the Jew
Avery sat across the room in two classesOf mine-starky, lean, and well philosophical.
His brown eyes only scanned me I was
Nothing to him.
He always stormed in just in time
I'd think he must be absent today
But no there he'd come, tall white and well,
Alluring.
His bags all over the floor how could he make
Mess look so classy so elegant
Damn. He
Spoke with such top-notch diction and
His voice-straight, methodical, structured
But perhaps the enchantment came from
His cedar-like after-smell like Jewish markets
In the City. That rich, well-educated, cocky smell.
Avery sat across the room, and read his writing
I read mine to him, but
I was nothing
To him.
Poetry by Eli Bar
Read 343 times
Written on 2018-01-15 at 18:44




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