Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

There is nothing about this train that moves backward.
When the conductor announced, 'All Aboard'...
That was not a question.
That was not a wish for anyone to make a decision.
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A patronizing shift...
Has saddled them with,
A reversal of condescension.
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Houses built on stilts,
And on mountain sides that slide.
Folks believing their stubbornness...
Will be ignored by nature when nature shifts.
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You want to stop and speak to me,
About your concerns...
Of what is happening overseas?
And yet you ignore what is happening to those
...

How can you say,
With 'me' you have been direct?
I find you too convoluted.
Too introspective.
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What do you want?
An experience to please,
In an escaping escapade?
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Look...
For the record!
I AM a writer.
It is much more than liking it!
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Quick to dismiss,
That which is misunderstood.
And quick to do this often.
Because one can and could.
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I don't expect your praise.
In fact...
I don't expect you to acknowleged anything I do.
I am not on that mission.
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You want me to sit,
Like a dried booger to pick.
As if I had no other activity,
But to please.
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