Michael Witkowski Poems

Grass as untried as on our last minute notice
Eviction at the door
Storm troops carry heavy prisoner uniformed baldaquins
For our merry bed but we feel the bones
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Brief child, sing a lullaby to me
make it curt and brief
'cause i stand honesty not
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wealthy above nations
played in the gardens
of those who bred him
but a sudden strike
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walk- keep
memory after the
end- steep your self
in your walk-
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i paid You a visit
9.30pm - Christmas saint
with a tree, packed rags
tags, bags, togs, clogs, pressies
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One hit
two hits
Missed - on purpose
Grenade blue death ball
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Sunny! It hurts me that you do not confess your whole
Illness to me - You might feel shame- But you should not

Do- Or even worse, you know not what ails you
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I long to return to sadness
Which i know best

It is curious, you see- why i would
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Idleness in vanity
Is a serious witchcraft
Despond on slough of mares in
which gargoyling breeches breeze
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Her hair brush grew overnight
into a wide flat umbrella
Her force slid off her brush
and into her tongue
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