Glen Martin Fitch Poems

Perhaps you don't want me 
to know you're done.
Your thought's complete. 
Perhaps you don't want me to note 
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When senses meet
a new found work of art
the grace notes, patterns, textures
dazzle more than
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Some poets lead romantic lives,
some not.
Some thrive by talent, friends,
or luck, or taste.
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Just write.
No form, no rhyme.
Be free.
Try strange associations.
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Hello, excuse me.
Hate to interrupt you
when your teeming thoughts
are coming fast.
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Once poets chanted
epic tales,
dark rites.
A country's pride,
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You ever notice
when folks ask 'How do? '
you start
and they can't wait
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Weed through the slang
of pompous modern man,
past every status phrase
coined for new roles,
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It's like in summer,
when your throat is dry
your lips draw tight,
your lungs refuse the air,
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A sentence should be hard to the tooth,
never brittle,
never mushy,
but soft to the tongue.
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