Laurence Overmire Poems

You call me evil, the infidel or worse
But I'm your brother, aren't I?
Made in the same image of the same
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Death is waiting patiently outside the door
Smoking a cigarette
Notching the minutes into his belt
His dark eyes fixed upon some distant star
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the quiet seconds
of fingers

touching
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We are the holograms of our
Spiritual selves

Matter but a figment of a
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The heart gets used up
Year after year after year
The mileage wearing on balding tires
Sure, it can be recharged, with sufficient juice
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drip
drip
drip
the minutes fall from the ceiling
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I am haunted by the man
I could have been

He follows me down every
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Another birthday leapt across the road today
Nearly scared me half to death
A mangy-looking creature
Like nothing I’d expect
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