Michael Witkowski Poems

Words are sound and smoke
watch human behaviour instead
never listen to their words
what they say they never mean
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If you trespass privacy-
transgress intimate borders-
deceive decency- you'll
lay yourself open to spite
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raving dove
where art thou?
splattering sparkles
on the beachy cove?
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streaks of sun bless my
void
where not a time begins
all exasperations end
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i can hardly see the paper
less the scribble
times you said
'what? ' and 'pardon? '
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after action
acciddent pushes family
out of bands
she came with a
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He stood as if he be a spectre
when he spots me before i see him
round the bend, behind the door or in a nook
Acts Lot's wife on burning Sodom or Gomorrha
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under the jasmin tree cherries grew
in bushels of bushes
their boughs reaching earth
to thank earth for the food and truth
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She cut photos,
Images, glued
them together
into collages
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My thoughts, my thoughts
don't leave Me.
Do not fall asleep
I am chasing You
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