Morgan Michaels Poems

What she was is not exactly clear
but as often shown resting in an armchair reading the Times,
a journalist, perhaps? the way she looked
she could have been an ex-rockette.
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always there, when-
ever Nancy came home from gallivanting with Sluggo
that sometime visitor from the other side of the tracks,
sitting vigilant, reading the paper
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Those darn Greeks were right-
Enjoy everything but enjoy
in moderation.
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The spell was broken. All that evil lay in shards
on the floor, like unseasonable scarves
shed along the backs of furniture.
Once-fiery little stones cooled and quenched underwater
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The spell was broken. All that evil lay in shards
on the floor: unseasonable scarves
shed, unruly, along the backs of furnitures
Once-fiery little stones cooled and quenched underwater
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There are lots of questions
some good, none bad.
Time, overwhelmed,
and finally a little bored with so many questions,
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'As funny as Mozart
but without the 'trauma',
complained my opera-loving friend.
'Rossini's not my cup of tea'.
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What a lovely matinee
intermission long enough
but it's snowing, now, the wind is blowing-
well, you get my drift,
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I am hot or cold
depending on your breast
I can grow old
but cannot tarnish.
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