Christopher J. Grasso Poems

We round asphalt by straight lines,
make lanes for four turns of left continuous.
I pace on this cage of road,
bolted into the shell of sweating machine,
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(An intertexual marriage poem of an excerpt from a teacher’s letter to parents, a letter from a mother to the child she gave away for adoption and a letter that I should not have seen)


Dear Parents or Guardians,
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Immense men battle
Gladiators of our time
Form a human wall
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Crash of hearts and percussion,
Love as painful as a quarterback concussion,
Rising crescendo of sweltering thoughts rushes,
Anticipation of compliments are reddening blushes.
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The world is goina’ hurt me,
Worse than any form of dropping dead can.
The world is goina’ hurt me,
Worse than any form of dropping dead can.
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Suncatcher glowing in tinges of rainbow onto the table, next to the Bible,
glare from the window slithers along the hallway floor, in a minuet fraction all day,
fingers rub the tablecloth, the tea breathing heavy, steams,
eyes wonder distant, blended into spring and horizon.
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Chant of midnight, death’s huff
I expose your coward weakness like erosion
In darkness dwell, I my hatred for you - full of sin you filthy vile
I will worship your dying
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A Painter’s Rendition Of Counterfeiting (or Stealing The Senses)

I paint with cranberries and sundowns,
canvas nibbling form and shape,
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Spurs reverb along the empty desert plain and stop right above view
Vultures circling are the only witnesses of a noon showdown which is quite overdue
The winds a whispering partner, the tumbleweed moves past
And eyes stung with sweat and sun peer through the souls of men
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