Marshall E Gass Poems

I have walked in the footsteps of dinosaurs
bruised and barbecued in the minds of generals
who strode the earth in the shadows
of empty politicians, who finally said:
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The road was broken in segments of dream huts
clinging to 10 sqm of waterless, worthless plains
beside a million flies teeming for life sustaining energy
from rancid smells and miracles of justice that never come.
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Equinox pulling nights shadows
back over bright days. Swallows head home
where the sun grows stronger. The garden, slows down
packs up it belongings and bundled into seeds
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Just a sec
Ill be back.

Hold this for just a sec
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Life sparks between two ends
the moment of birth is also death
accept it now
we journey from one spark to the other.
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In the stillness of simplicity your heart still beats.
If you listen carefully you can hear the muscles moving
and the blood coursing through your veins
even getting past the rich waterfalls that journey
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Housed in a walking stick
the King stuck a feather duster at the top
fancied his fourth wife and tickled his fifth.
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The national pride is nullified by the constant buzz of shores
being broken down and beaten with patrol boats
scouring the waves for lame boats carrying
malnourished passengers to a land of plenty.
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As subtle as it may seem I frighten at the pause inflicted
when standing before a knowing crowd
to speak up and be heard.
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Often I struggle to keep the ideas from bursting
out of the page and consuming me
like a jellybean, sweet and delicious with a nice tangy taste
and vanilla smell and sweetness
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