Erik Christiansen Poems

For a time I have known a woman
for all time I will not know
she wears a mask of courage, red
a cape of pride, blue
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The whole experience glows red
in the room the curtains
the fire in the place
the chair
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Well, I'm kryptonite after all
I've defeated her
broken down that wall of indignance
of comparisons
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And Love is a story
which ends in Graves
how fitting then
her zombie tattoo
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I, a soldier
a one man army of the union
of testosterone and passion
I am dangerous
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As fog clears
fog of dogma
of self-centeredness
of disallusions
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The bricks are so cold
so numerous
so many
you could pave a road
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