Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I remember being sucker punched once.
Someone disliked something I did.
But could not face me to confront.
Like most cowards who attack...
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Do you know those folks
Who will ask others questions
About you?
And when you see them...
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An ignorance historically condoned,
Has opposition if protested.
It is like taking crack from an addict.
Or suddenly professing their ill affects!
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No one wanted to sell a ticket.
Or hand out a flyer to promote their talents,
To induce an influence.
And strengthen foundations with identity!
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When the Spring this time comes...
I will be there to greet it with a smile.
Each blade of grass will hear my laughter.
And budding leaves will witness my impatience.
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Embellishments were the rage and was craved,
By them.
Their lives depended on their use.
Especially in recreating moments of reality.
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Some say they would share this if they could.
They can not.
And wouldn't...
IF they could.
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What is it about sex that makes it so attractive?
And why are those least attractive,
Interested in sex the most?
Its accessible to all.
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Sometimes I don't...
Sleep.
Sometimes I don't...
Rest.
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When I announced I didn't want any of it,
All of it became available.
As if a decision I had made,
Could be teased.
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