Martin Lochner Poems

God knows

no more
repressive civility
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Sitting
in a tree
hiding a away
...

one day
i will have
nothing to say
the alarm clock
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Inventory of loss:

One canvas sling bag coined my “poetry bag”
One Seamus Heaney collection of poems
...

Inside these words
Breathes my flesh

Aching and raging
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stained board with indian
black perimeters

a confined checkered
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taken from your
father...

look after her
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capturing
the raw
messy
essence
...

a simple
loop and knot

undone
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Corporate introduction:

High heel severity…
neck tie suffocation ….
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