Laurence Overmire Poems

The poem is its own master
I obey

Commands I barely understand
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Buttered toast morning
Coffee with cream

Sunlight streaming through the sash
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In great hall
Kilt and bonnet
Crest upon the wall
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She was a brilliant actress
I’d seen her play Medea
But shy in nature, no beauty
To be sure, she wasn’t
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The past infects the present
Ever present poison
Must be
Expunged
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A pen grew out of my eyeball and
Demanded I write down what I

Saw
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The hell of memory
burnings on the stake of life
ash settles in dust
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Half-man, Half-beast
Centaur-like
He contradicted himself
Striving for moral certitude
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