Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I wouldn't call them preferences.
That's too severe!
I would call them 'fresh tidbits'!
Anything that adapts to adjustments made,
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Nothing about you satisfies
The remotest of my daily applied imaginations!
Unless, of course...
You are worth millions?
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Repeat...
If there is no serenity being received,
In the divinity being preached...
To you in such excess.
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Crooked.
There is nothing straight about it.
There is nothing in the eyes,
Or the face that projects...
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Everything had to be redrawn in crayon.
Black and white depictions,
Were arguably creating stress.
Someone suggested replacing red for green
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What's the use of tap dancing...
If you are doing so in hush puppies?
I thought the whole idea
Was to make as much noise as possible,
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Twelve worlds are there depicted,
Under a rotunda on the floor that is visited.
And here we sit ignoring its importance...
Pretending that this zodiac does not exist,
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I did not arrive to toil for anyone's fancy,
Or their foils to have me grieve.
I am here to get work done.
And if I'm shunned that's okay,
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Of course I like to mingle,
When the fun is piping hot.
Being around those single...
After making two divorce stops?
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Perhaps it is a blessing,
Their racist ways have separated them.
At least it is clear...
Once they completely remove themselves,
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