Laurence Overmire Poems

We walk hand in hand with Death every day
We just never noticed him before
Pretending we had control, no such thing as
Chance.
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I am but a dream
In this instant, you hear me
Speak, see my face
The eyes that tell my story
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Jettison Livingston Jones
Was an artist
In the truest of sense
A garbage collector by trade
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Sounded the drum of his
Spent generation
Bobbity bomp bomp jazz me man
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What do you allow to enter your life
And what do you refuse to admit?
These are the choices that make you
Complete or incomplete being
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The child rocks back and forth
Shivering in the bleak night of a third-world winter
A blanket full of holes
Maggots crawling in the bedsheets
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Highland lass awake
your bonnie prince is waiting
secrets and the loch
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Newborn baby
Opening eyes upon the world
God sees Himself
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