David McLansky Poems

Just wait until I sober up
You take me when I'm in my cups
Then I'll unleash my rational mind,
You attack me when I'm drunk and blind.
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Speak not of love, my love long-winded,
Lest in your rant, your grant's rescinded,
And for all my patience to this duress,
I'd lose my chance to squeeze your breast.
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The Soul seeks first autonomy,
And then it seeks fair symmetry,
And then selects economy;
So why has loved abandoned me.
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I sit upon Kay’s empty bench
And recite Villon in ancient French;
“But where are the snows of yesteryear? ”
Absorbed in the ground with my wet tears.
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Make not a monument of grief
Mourning at its best is brief
Build no statues in the sky
It’s not the living who have died;
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The moon will summon as a bell.
There’s magic in the chanted spells,
Her groom awaits to claim his bride
To take his rights beside her side.
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The liquid spells of the earth
Are chanted in the dark with mirth
Naked the jagged stone
In the moonlight on the loam
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Let’s have no more talk of death
No more, no morel
I hear its’ rattle in my breath;
My limbs fail me with every step
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Mortals all,
Blind we fade,
The prophecy
Not clear in the cup,
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The very air that passes through your lips
Those ruby portals wherein my pleasures found
Is pure ambrosia, on which my soul doth sip,
In heated reverie exchanging passions round;
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