Max Gatrell Poems

Upon a touch screen I caress,
Your photos kiss my fingers,
At least I get to see you now,
And emphasize your name,
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Although I have necessities,
Perceived by some as luxuries,
To deem them indispensible,
Would sell them very short,
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Rapt and raw we scream and moan,
When dragged along the path,
To atone, all alone,
For cultivating wrath,
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Upon these wings I oft abscond,
Ascension to a holy place,
Extracted from this fetid pond,
To capture God’s eternal grace,
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Within the Hotel, all were at rest,
All except one, one lady guest.
This lady asleep, swiftly awoken,
By something unique, her slumber was broken.
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Alone he stood on Yonder Mountain,
Grasping victory by the wrist.
He gazed upon his fallen comrades,
Watched their spirits turn to mist.
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Psalms of love I am repeating,
Soulless hearts that you frequent.
Infatuation can be fleeting,
Rarely borrowed, seldom leant.
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Five fingers joined, sating dark obsession,
Five looking nervous, tempt their possession.
Hands all touching, knees annexed,
Call to Spirits, cruel and vexed.
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Restricted by conditioning,
Conduced to simply speak,
These platitudes of ill effect,
Resounded through the week,
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My sins I wear like soiled clothing,
I stand beneath the rain, that I may be absolved.
Cleansed I am, yet with arms widespread,
I embrace transgression as an old friend.
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