Mary+Maloney


 * Mary Maloney's Page! **

A poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Valéry




 * Feet Feel Nothing**

All my life I do one thing

Sit outside And allow time to pass by

I am always filthy But they are spiffy I hear three noises

Stomp Scratch Punch

I'm meant to live for this To serve as a convenience So shows can be wiped All day and night

No mind travles to me The servant named Mat Who did not ask To be flattened And smacked

No pity is taken As my theads are breaking When i become too smooth I'll just be removed

One day all this smashing Will be too much As boots are cleaning My last​ hearings will be

Stomp Scratch Punch

 **Nothing but a convenience**- Calligrame ** The Perfect Pair **

The Jet is very loud as he soars above the clouds But his partnener the one eyed bandit is too quiet The Jet can't stand it

The Jet's pack gives broken bones The Bandits ways are world wide known These two are the perfect pair No other duo can compare

There specialty is always crime most of it is done at night time The Bandit's pink bandana and creepy eye make him slick and sleek and sly

Do to the Jet's frequent crashing His cape and casts are always clashing Robbing people right and left There will most always be a theft

Mary Maloney and Jen Dodman

** Abstract/ Concrete Poem **

This blanket keeps me safe With it I stay calm It brings me to a quiet place It rubs gently on my palms

I get off the couch for a moment Suddenly I am scared Thosw few frantic seconds without it Everythings wrong when we are unpaired

But the second we re-embrace Everything is fine Back to my quiet place If I could only be here all the time

I cant believe it that you've left me empty handed I'm so lost now all alone I just cant stand it
 * Your Lying Voice **

When did this happen? Should I have seen it coming? Was it sudden? Or did you just choose now to confront it?

Everything you said Where is that all at? It's tough to think that you could have made it all up

But you should know now That this whole thing is Final I'll deal with it somehow without you, yes without you.

I know that eventually you'll regret this choice, But then it will be too late Goodbye to your lying voice.

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