Laurence Overmire Poems

She was a brilliant actress
I’d seen her play Medea
But shy in nature, no beauty
To be sure, she wasn’t
...

The past infects the present
Ever present poison
Must be
Expunged
...

A pen grew out of my eyeball and
Demanded I write down what I

Saw
...

Half-man, Half-beast
Centaur-like
He contradicted himself
Striving for moral certitude
...

A freak was born in
Bethlehem.
His skin had no color.
...

The child came into the world with a nuclear bomb
Hanging like a mobile over his head.

At any second
...

Or understand the overlap of similar, yet
Different things, we waste
The opportunity, lose sight of
...