Michael Gale Poems

Lips of glass that spoil my sightless sign...
Spinal back'ed bones reveal a jellyfished behind.
Penciled dirty girth upon my pillow...
Lets intermix thy spit o'le swillow.
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A slave i was born...
To run and run and run till there was no more master's to run
from those days wasted on the plantation, sweating while making
to toil.
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(Once A Marine, Always A Marine, Oohrah!)

Fireworks splay and shower, freedom's fire
as always on display, To Communist's trials
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That vampiric sexual encounter of her dead like lover...
Who's on top?
Most likely he is floating way above her...
Does this affair of the bleeding heart to all seem to appeal?
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That midnight tower to your loving heart...
By me was hard to climb into that unopenable window.
Had i not tried to pry it wide and open...
To my dismay, there was a far reached hope'inn'.
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Disgrace, is this word too strong? ...
Is this word really wrong?
Disgrace, is this word an appreciated emotion? ...
Is this word a bandaide for a wound that hurts?
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Deplete and replenish...
Desolate and diminish.
Harken as to thy heart...
Quickened to brain as
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Sleep sweetly oh prince of night...
Dream heartly for frightened heighth.
When'st thou dreams may return and haunt...
For the 'morrow of thy mind's unconscionsed taunt.
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Love is true as true be bold...
Hard to keep, to keep as hold.
Love can leave as if took by a thief...
Followed in kind, by a sudden saddened grief.
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Jesus Christ could have drank Dr.Pepper...
Had he come to earth in today's own time,
He still would have cured a wandering leapor.
He would find that tv healer, Sir Benny Hindu...
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