Michael Witkowski Poems

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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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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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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