Michael Witkowski Poems

burnt cake smells
the light is still on
i wait for the dome
her mind forever
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a poem without
me, without you
i wish to write
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This wordy chain i shall give you
A rope around your neck- it
twists your self but you will
not cringe or bother
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One dreary November
afternoon, on a cup of tinsel
and cream with water, in
the Abbeyhole Road Tavern Cafe
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When the drops fall
And water sprays me
All masks are washed Away
In oblivion- Am with me
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Lasting feeling
Will go
Catch words i cannot
All disappears
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So many mistakes
we make -dolphins
smile - not at all
elephants break
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This crate full of bottles-
water mild to the stomach-
your smile that mirrors you
tolerates only that-
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My sending and goat song
a walk through intersecting
alleyways, chunnels, by-paths
across trains of imposing waggons
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A goat is a - sign of -shadows
are circling around my head
this wordy chain i shall give- you rose
this song better be my demise- i read
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