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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Amandla!

Locked in societies cages where the sunlight streaked in with
black and white uniforms with bars and batons
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Blue before birth
to spark red and flushed
slapped straight to life
the organs begin to burst into beauty
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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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In every sequel to the barstool sits an evening philosopher
chugging beer and crisps dreaming of a damsel
in distress to recue and carry over the raging waters
of a lonely evening. The froth in the next glass
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The ground appeared level, but no
minor bumps eroded the sanctity of evenness
at odd pockets where the soil sustained repeated injury
there lurked creatures of all sorts.
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The endless sands bulging over and breaking
in undulating form
shifting in the winds language of low wolf whistles
and sensual whispers
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The light was eternal
several trillion big bangs away
backed up by several other trillions before
the light has travelled to its current hubble
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The speed with which it funnels into the sky
sucking down to earth the torrents
that reached heaven
through oceans, mountains of majesty
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That's the way it is. Try as we might we still falter forwards
into an abyss, where the ground below deceives us
to understand that we can stand upright-but cannot!
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