Martin Lochner Poems

Four marrow bones
Its white pupils staring
Sucking it empty
A once concerned
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Martin Lochner


pin down
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strange tatty refugee
but still invisibly
connected to a ricky lake
umbilical cord
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scraping
in the
base of a
cauldron
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ah little child taking warmth from me
and the little Dover stove humming

God took a small pinch
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Captain Smokey Joe says:

washing dishes
tending gardens
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better sleeping
in a pipe

then waking
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rip, rip
the wind picks up
rips everything apart
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tense launching hammer
released by pulling the trigger

palpitating heart beating itself
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When I die
Do not confine me
To a box or catacomb wall
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