M.L. Squier Poems

He subsided on flowers.
Cloud. Bird. Sun.
He never paid taxes.
Everyone including his mother thought he
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In your dark eyes
I saw your soul
And it was there
I had to go
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Feeling bad I told her I had reached level
Zero and offered her some of my ginger beer.
We were going to see Bergman's
The Magic Flute and I told her I hoped it
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I came into a park to sit & sun
And found a man
With most peculiar gun
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Man
Once
Had
Tiny
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Step lightly now into thy own dark way
Go where thy will
Put away your toys, hopes and dreams
The radio is no use to thee now
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Time and radiation will not erase
My name from thee
Our love came before this cancer called the
Atomic Age.
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Quotations fall from his mouth like running
Spittle

He cooks them on his philosophical
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All that dung
Man
Look at all that dung.
Dung of bombs, bullets and cars,
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Where do butterflies go
When it rains?
Do they keep little umbrellas
At their sides?
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