Marshall E Gass Poems

hidden in the eyelashes
silk and silicone implants
weeds grew in abundance
weedkiller did not work
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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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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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the atomic seed enveloped in the universe
presents reality in material bondage

unknown to us the ideal shadow adheres itself
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The wind whistles past the songs delicate trumpet haze
sizzling between words of wonder, awed at love
and its any splendored languages, cruise control
step down hard, the pulse races, I reach for your hand.
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Forever racing down the highways
of madness in the mind
I scuttle and scare at the engines roar
tossing the needle into overdrive
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The seesaw can swing up or down
we are hinged to life and death
like love and hate
good and bad whatever.
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This early in the morning shrouded
by the negligee of night it feels
a bit silky silly to be working
partly dressed
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Its a Sunday morning when the world works to a different pattern
housework claws in and takes control
of the daily tasks
last weeks work looks at me with doleful eyes
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Round and ready
especially Red Delicious
with a crunchy coziness
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