Dan Michaelson Poems

Oh how I hate thee
This darkness inside
My dwelling so small
My eyes are so wide.
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This squiggly thing inside my top side
Is nothing and protects not a hair on my hide
Yet secretes a venomous substance that I cannot see
It limits what I eat what I do what I’ll be
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The Wrong One

A caterpillar inched up a smooth hairy stem
A spray of insecticide wasn’t meant for him
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Pieces and species and soul-holes of mine
All gathered in a place or another sometime
The write is the spout that my soul sifts on out
If I only I had a backbone, I’d clamor and shout
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The girl that came in with the aqua blue eyes,
And took my heart without any lies,
A perpetual love that I have just for her,
She’s an uncorrupt one that has an innocent allure.
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An old year withers, a new one sprouts
The people celebrate with spirits and shouts
But is this something so special to learn
Perhaps just a page of a calendar turned
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Sipping champagne from a white paper cup
Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut
Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red
I’ll remember this day until I am dead
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