David McLansky Poems

With my body in decay
My elements in disarray,
My chemicals will be utilized
Like nitrogen to fertilize
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How extraordinary it is to sit in the quiet of the morning light,
Reading the poetic creations
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You tell me to sit on the couch
In the living room;
Then you wiggle and you slouch
Into our big bedroom;
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The old man, still,
Dead wrinkled flesh,
His head of gray dry hairs,
Lays in the polished coffin,
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Time was ever she'd seek my face;
Our eyes would meet across a sea of bobbing heads;
Now, we studiously avoid each other's gaze,
And greet adjacent friends with loud hellos.
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Anais Nin
Kept her husband banker
On the side
While she did hanker
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You wanna do what with your thing?
Melvin that's just sick!
You stay on your side of the room;
I'm not foolin', move it, quick!
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She wounds me with
An absent kiss,
False fawning on a child,
To remind me of
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