Derek R. Audette Poems

Longer still they tear at my fetid heart
with minds that suffer like a dew draped leaf,
and through grand halls lined with bitter demur
my ersatz body is slowly produced.
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Last night I watched a man have his throat cut.
I know not what was his crime or error.
I know only of the terrible screams,
and the awful moans of pain and panic.
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A cardinal,
on this cold, yet bright
autumn morning
rests on a birch branch
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Where’s Natalie?

Natalie’s dead.
She died of some liver disease
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There once was a man who
owned a small ferret named “Purgation.”
The interesting thing was that
the ferret was a talking ferret.
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I’m not crazy today.
I have been in days past,
but not today.
Today I am clear.
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And so the world continues to spin,
and events cascade across the semi-present
awareness of man,
just as they always do.
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Men of great confidence
are men
who make their abodes
within the borders
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Create love
and they will hate you
create beauty
and they will criticize you
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I thought about changing
the style of man that I am.
I thought of
discarding
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