Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

In the meantime,
Save up all your nickles and dimes...
And make yourself that charity case.
Goodbye.
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No matter who interprets reality,
With highlighted dots...
Or colored crayons used,
To achieve an understanding.
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I don't understand you at all.
What has the tightening of my belt,
Have to do with the feeding of my gluttony?
Everywhere I look...
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How dare you say you have a love for me...
With respect and much interest in my well being?
And I should know this as it has been expressed,
By you over the years.
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Why have you come from across the street,
To announce to all that can hear...
How you find me shallow.
And you and I have nothing in common.
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Is there any other place in the world,
Where the homeless and hungry...
Can be despised, disregarded and dismissed,
By a mob of art lovers,
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I am so glad I was able to accept your invitation,
To join you this evening to eat.
And I am famished too!
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Why is that guy back again to play the Flute?
He was among the French Horn players,
For many years.
Back then he was hotly pursued.
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Our thoughts.
Actions.
And our deeds from us released...
Reflect,
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I feel that rhythmic vibe alive in people.
And how they meet on the street...
To speak,
And leave.
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