Howard Camner Poems

They make you remember what used to be;
a time when time meant nothing

When love was as pure as Lily's eggs are imperfect
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She is very possessive over things that aren't hers

chinchillas and minks kill themselves
so she can wear them on her back
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I am the mouthpiece for my muse

a sycophantic land shark who chews the scenery
and spits it out
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Love and War intersect here
where Death is a frequent hitchhiker

where stop signs are dictators, yield signs are cowards,
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Come on, remember my name
Know that I was here
That I did what I could and not enough
Know that I wrote it all down and tore it up
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With her frillies from Frederick's
and her vacant stare
she raises Ned
and proves time and again
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I found a photograph of you
that could make my life better
and yours worse
Because now I can look into your eyes
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There's a lot to say
about Dr. Jackassolow
but I'll just get to the point
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Mostly I remember your farm
It was a weird place
where the animals were words
and that old wooden fence surrounding the property
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