Francie Lynch Poems

The courtroom was buzzing,
Deals were struck,
Before Her Worship
Heard from the docket.
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Our Strawberry Moon,
Now waxed full in June,
Brings crops to full bloom;
Like a too full balloon,
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There's a drastic reduction
In the number of Know-it-alls
Since cellphones have decreased
The mounds of bullshit
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On Sunday, my S.O. and I
Drove to see Chorus Line
At the Stratford Festival.
A matinee. Beautiful day.
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My life has always been about us.
Not a group us,
But the me in us.
The I, me, mine.
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Should poets be like good Romans,
And fall on their pens
When they loose the fight;
Or should we take flight,
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She calls me names
You never mouthed;
I hear the unfamiliar, Sorry.
And Hun stings my ears.
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From this hypocrite
To all others,
Let's not pretend
We're all brothers.
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Each night
The sliver grows
Like young buck antlers,
Gambolling
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Four clear bags lay waiting
On the curbside;
The recycling truck
Comes today,
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