Marshall E Gass Poems

The smell of dettol permeates way down the street
even as I approach the clinic in terror
death stalks every step and my pulse races
with the knowledge of impending doom.
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Break bread
as wood
set the table in symmetry
serve wine in decanters
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I could have shied away from the glassy worm
attaining nirvana at the bottom of this drink.
But no, it was hard to resist
especially when the night needed fire
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Jostling on the sidewalks of a busy street
I was absorbing every face for a stand out feature
to invest in chapter 23 of my new novel.
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the atomic seed enveloped in the universe
presents reality in material bondage

unknown to us the ideal shadow adheres itself
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Lisping along in the bravado nights
of banquet halls bursting with chandeliers
red carpets and butterfly maidens
serving delicacies of ordered neatness
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Reading and Thinking today!
Today it was cold and blustery and the wind chime
was busy with the same crisp notes tinkling away
unsure of which tube to twang first, but it did sound good.
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nuns floated on serene slabs of silence
like penguins of patience
waiting for the summer of noise and nuisance
to batter the baptismal vow
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Metaphysical hyperstrings
connecting
two abstract layers of embodiment
in a substantial partnership
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Behind the wide-eyed chiselled face
The wings I couldn't see
The words she spoke were wisdom
Devoid of vanity
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