David McLansky Poems

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241.
Just Wait Until I Sober Up (A Riff)

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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242.
Speak Not Of Love (A Riff)

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Lest in your rant, your grant's rescinded,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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243.
Love's Priorities

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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244.
Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench

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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245.
Make Not A Monument Of Grief

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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246.
The Oaten Bride (3)

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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247.
The Oaten Bride(5)

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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248.
My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five

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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249.
Mortals All

Mortals all,
Blind we fade,
The prophecy
Not clear in the cup,
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250.
Baited Breaths.

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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