Michael Witkowski Poems

I am learned
i recite Zeus
Agrippa, Homer
Anaximandros
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B would drive me home
i thought - so imagined him
and filled myself with fear
and awkward disincline
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Pilgrims row to their menace
It is a dark oyster but still they
are drawn in-albeit suffering voice
is not right as they let it happen
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sugar crust or
cocaine icing -on skeleton boughs
like wonderous roe deer's legs-
coal! twisted- i wish i could
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A right cinnnamon goat he was
cinnnamon peppered him on
shy on the dance floor
thought himself be stepping forward
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Your pension and nuisance
Weighs an admittance
Perchance
In in every high billow of magic
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He sends rockets to the sky
he is a spy
a perfect glance
increasses your winning chance
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You rest in my tomb- I
Turn my face to you- Eat
Your bleached bony cheeks
With my empty black eye
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Inside the thrush lily grows
I am milliner
I bud in yoou
Inside is a whisper
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Wavy ripples unsettled
the table mirror- lake
joyous cry and avid breath
soak the mirror's soft empire
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