Morgan Michaels Poems

Nature cruelly tricked the human heart
with splendid feathers, well devised for flight
but feet denied it, by capricious Art
insuring that it never might alight
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The thing was finally strapped down tight and quite asleep.
drip, drip, drip, from the bag, thru the tubing, under the skin-
dewy fluids and a rapid, sliding bubble, round first, then oblong,
How thru its medium it squeezed, salmon-like!
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The season fails, her petals fly
little clouds now blot the sky
gone the promise in the leaves
plumbed all golden mysteries.
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My youthful mornings overflowed with joy,
the nights with tears. But now the years
bring fraught with doubt the dawn of every day,
Blessed and blissful night's dark descent.
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So I sat up and stared at the place the hawk had been-
rose, shuffled to the window, in fact
the Barrio was still the Barrio, in every respect:
the Projects not going anywhere fast,
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Opera's ok
so far as it goes
but the real opera
everyone knows
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Obsession is just
Delusion that Reason's
unable to dispel;
perfectly acceptible-
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