Dwight Jenkins Poems

I almost cried today, thinking of a friend I know
     Who will never know what I was thinking unless
I tell him. But it was so very long ago...
     And why? He wasn't at that address
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When I finally live 
Bury me in shrouds of flowers and sun
So that she who has found me runs not
From my clouds or my rain
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We come yet again to Memorial Day
In the sweetest time of the year
A day set aside to remember the lost
And the cost of what all hold dear
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There are battles that I never want to fight again,
With some that I was never in;
And better ways todays begin
In memories washed of pain.
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And so it rained.
The wind blew.
The air turned cold.
The sky turned gray.
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I'm turning my blood into coffee
But there's not enough beans to be found
I go to the men's room to blow my old nose
And it bleeds Fair Trade Organic brown
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I saw a ghost in the glass of a museum case
Where the earth had been stabbed one last time
By the point of a knife, on the point of a gun
Now washed of its blood and it's grime
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There's a thunderstorm coming
You can see it over there
You can feel the violence humming
From the hidden places where
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The city is alive with shades of blue and gray
In the distance of miles, many miles, that I am away
And how it will fade out I cannot say
But the morning will paint it anew.
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At 3: 54 in the morning my eyes open.
It's time to wake. I've no place to go until 8: 00,  
But something inside me says 2 hours is needful
To sit in deep silence after the tubercular 
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