Marshall E Gass Poems

Thirty years from now
no one will know the colour
of your eyes the car your drove
and the sound of your voice
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Beneath the barricades of lotus fronds
and flowers, lurks beauty, brains
all watching the goddess of shadows
seeking respite from the burning sun
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Spilling blood in the dead of the nights
mind
is easy.
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we sat on the sunset boulevard
watching the waves hit the waters edge
into submission/peanut packets in hand
and bananas in brown paper bags
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The bishop knew his bounds and his curved sceptre
swept like a serpent up to his face
elongating his brows into wisdom beauty
but his eye wandered to the lady up front
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You were made in March when the groundhogs sensed shadows
and the wine chilled itself in its glassy embrace
I was on whisky, watching late nights, and oh
The wires crossed and we did too near the fireplace
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The finite yet infinite atom obeys
a decision made by a?
wherein lies reason to be
existing for one nano second sliver of time
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The lines were drawn in zigzag
just as energy ebbed and flowed precariously
balancing between coming and going
clocking only forward to waiting.
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I climbed the high mountains
of her body tip by fingertip
and slithered down valleys moist and melting
under slow slides
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The infinite dot in the noosphere
hung in non-gravity space
between timeless universes
burst into bloom within blooms of galaxies
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