Marshall E Gass Poems

They said the world was paved with opportunities
oh yes it was. Businesses of all kinds
Both good and bad, sliding in and out of your conscience self
effortlessly. Writers of all kinds gathered in a pool
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Even as the neon lights lit up the street with seductive winks
of blue promising colours I slid past the tonne of a beef burger
doorman, muscles tensed in conversation with his power.
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It was early days when I first started writing
with countless mistakes and moments of haste-
afraid even to disclose why I did that.
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Miss Shaped
With that hourglass figure
shifting sand from one orb to the other
She knew her time
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Two people lurk in everyone
the star and the scar
born from building high citadels of power
and cascading into smithereens
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Suffused in silicone glass houses grows light
compressed into shades colours shapes
unmagnified the belief stays compressed
until freed from bondage and chains
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The Creator looked at the elephant and said:
I made you big so you could be gentle
To the mouse he said: I made you small
so you could walk tall
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Between the haze of being in a particular place
knowing that distances could be distorted
we still rush to dead-end destinies
unable to change gear or get off the accelerator
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The sparks flew the moment I read your poems
and the way you split everything
into bits of laughter. It was a quaint kind of giggle
that spilled out each time you got nervous
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There's the whisper of reasoning
skies eyed for answers dripping down
each pencil pointed at that pinnacle
where the recent lecture sits
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