Marshall E Gass Poems

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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The murmur began at the slow invasion of night
into a restless household, waiting for the sun to pull
the cloak of darkness over their depressions. The sky
pulled in tight and covered the suburbs with yellowing
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Its not easy to cross an invisible bridge
with a friend on the other side asking you
to step over an taste what lies beneath
the flowing water of rapid emotions.
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The sun played its usual tricks on the leaves
putting colour and composition into autumns grandeur
but winter lurked just underneath this cosmetic skin
waiting to burst starflung into every crevice
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The invisible hand that stretches across
Oceans and barbed wire boundaries
has more fingers than the streams of light that cascade
from the heavens into the darker recesses
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Walking through the desert of loneliness
wading through sands of solitude
stay upright against a burning sun
for oases spring unexpectedly
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