Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Transit operations add onto the bailout wave.
An economic glitch has transfixed the land.
A dike has broken and no bandage can fix...
The overflow of a crisis,
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There is nothing like feeding the mind by reading.
Or paying attention by listening.
And connecting these elements with observation.
There is nothing like it!
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Time is too precious,
To waste it on fools!
So leave them alone.
There is nothing done they do to you,
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Indifferences,
We had...
Have to come to an end.
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We are cruel to one another.
For reasons that keep us fools.
And we do this as if,
We wish conflicts to exist.
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Too used.
And feeling not enough...
Too loved!
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They believe what has been stolen,
From wicked beginnings...
Belongs to them.
Declaring with documents,
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Not shown is my heart.
And how I have grown...
To let things go!
To pick up the pieces,
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How often do I write?

Daily...
Day and night.
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Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.
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