David Whalen Poems

‘Tis frail I am
And grown so thin
Tossed casually about now
By wisps of wind
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Yea, I shall be the first
Yet legions will follow
In my wake
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Do we create dreams…
Or is our waking state the
Truth that it seems?
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“Those are people”
Gasped the woman at my side
“No, surely not”
I confidently replied
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Writing etched in sand
Hieroglyphs sketched by hand …by
Nature… and by man
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At My favorite Chinese restaurant
The other day, I somehow got to thinking
about ethnicity
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Calendar with days marked off…
Final day checked…
in blood-red ink marker mean
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You can't stop me from
Partaking of… your beauty…
Only with my eyes
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A time when things material
begin to have little… or no
Import at all
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