Martin Lochner Poems

coming through
that collective door

Marxists left their lofty
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a boy was caught
for stealing
a cake of sunlight soap
no more a buckets height
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Jesus visited Steve
begged him to recant

unable to do so
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hiding himself in the dark
corners of the camp fire

an unsuspecting zig –zag flame
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steadily reaching the required altitude
the blue sky seemed limitless

a sudden clank
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You gave us jelly sandwiches
apricot orange staring bland
and lumpy at me.
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i found comfort in the brown paper
wrapped packages his mother send
a decoded contents saying come home
oreo biscuits, shortbread and honeycomb
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my being surges
through optic fibre cables

crossing oceans and networks
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i

pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
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a sweet eyed
boy stared at me
standing swaying
at a township crossroad
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