Joseph DeMarco Poems

I climbed to the top of the clock tower,
With the wind lightly at my back.
I positioned myself ever so slightly,
And got ready to attack.
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Throwing gravity aside
this is the magical enchantment
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The Beatles are frozen underground
Like some sort of Prehistoric Cave Drawing,
Art Incognito.
The Ground is Hard
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If I were Sheldon Cooper
You would be my Wil Wheaton
My personal nemesis
buried on Planet Genesis
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There is no amount of,
time or space,
that will ever eraser,
what you did to me.
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'The Oshen Family was a simple family. There was a father, a mother, a brother and a sister. The brother and sister were twins. Some people even said they could feel each other’s pain, but they were actually very different from each other. One day they were sent on a chore. It was their job to gather fire wood for evening supper. As the Oshen boy overturned a rock, a black adder uncoiled from behind it, and bit him. He lay on the ground shaking. His sister, Oshen girl tried to save her bitten brother and she too was bitten by the poisonous snake.
As the two siblings lay there dying Oshen Boy asked his Sister, “Heaven (for that was oshen girl‘s name) , Are we going to Die? ”
“Yes, ” Oshen girl replied. “What will death be like? ” Oshen boy asked.
“Well, my teacher told me you will see a tunnel of light.”
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Felix King couldn’t remember a thing about the accident. He rubbed his eyes. He squinted. He still couldn’t believe what he saw. Through weary, blurred eyes, he thought he saw an Arab and a Jew playing Chinese checkers. The pieces they were using were marvelously crafted glass marbles that seemed to change color when the light hit them. The Jew looked a lot older than the Arab, and had a long, snowy white beard. The Arab’s beard was black like coal. Both were dressed in ancient nomadic fashion wrapped in light desert garments. The Arab and the Jew did not appear to recognize that Felix had awakened. They continued with their game, but it did appear, at least to Felix, that they were waiting for something and the game was just a means to pass the time. A light came on in the hallway, and there was a small Ding, as if someone’s cake was ready.

“Do you think he’ll discover the truth? ” the Arab asked the Jew. Felix wondered who they were talking about.
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An Extremity of Polar Opposites

Attached to Plastic Magnets;
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Twas the day before summer break,
And all through the school
Not a single kid was studying
or following one single rule.
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Awake. Shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet one, the boy hears in his head. He is half asleep. He rolls over trying to find comfort in this cramped automobile. There is none. No space, he thinks to himself, and it is as if time is an illusion. He looks out the window, a vast radiant beach and a cool, jeweled moon; it is almost dawn. They are moving southeast in a car along an old desert road. Inside the car is a mother, a father, a grandmother and grandfather, and a small boy. The boy in the backseat of the car cannot be more than four, maybe six at the most. The car is really cramped, and, truth be told, the grandma smells like cough drops and talcum powder. The small boy has normal brown hair, normal brown eyes, yet he knows he is not normal. He can feel things others can’t, or see things others won’t; he’s not sure which. The boy remembers watching television with his mother. His mother had asked him a question about the show that was playing on the screen. He can’t remember the question.

“The guy in the purple shirt, ” the boy answered.
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