Kyle Schlicher Poems

i climbed out on the
tree limb,
looked down,
changing
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how i love you
past the point of breaking my arm
which i would gladly do
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trading crayons and coloring books
for rifles
and
bayonets.
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nesting birds cooling
under raindrops falling soft
happy summer rain
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caterpillar is
no more, saying hello to
yellow butterfly.
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i love the m-1 units.

hoping to get beefsteak,
anything will be ok,
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spider with hour glass
painted red upon your back
i mean you no harm.
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carrying water
from the spring, buckets in hand,
mom calling for me.
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i have a problem with picasso.

my mind can't bend
contort
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when dreams come
i disappear.
the self
no longer coexisting
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