Douglas Scotney Poems

I hadn't the time
To be able to rest
As I sought both real and illusion.
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We can say our souls merge
After separate existences,
Existences
Which may or may not
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In the heavy,
Comical way
You rock and roll,
I see where you come from,
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However justified my contempt might be,
The critics were contemptuous of me.

With honorable intent,
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Obese, to whom Languor was Lore,
saw Torpor in wait at The Door.

Before he had lost all rigour,
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Daily chores,
shot with resignation more than mirth,
for health,
sought mirth for their amusement.
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I may have to make a choice
between humanity, mystery and art.

If I ignore the existence of the giant
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'He wanted to live, so he killed himself.'

I'm not a novel writer
nor want to be one,
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In a prime time meeting
of age and youth,
youth's mentor,
which had lavished powers for show,
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In taking on his specialty
he was taking comfort
in responsibility and accountability,
in both of which
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