Morgan Michaels Poems

The sky is an encrypted silver table
set with candles and ghostly bangles;
weaving mischief all the night long.
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everything's interconnected:
sex and procreation unlinked
then faith in immortality is shaken-
how nervous we get!
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Eels will peer shyly from your skull
carps will nuzzle mosses off your bones.
Over all the pink sands recompose
the stoma closes, neater than a mirror's
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I could deny the uttermost dominion
you effortlessly practice on my being-
cultivate the opposite opinion
cross your doorway stoney and unseeing.
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Between ourselves and the Gods
there is a void
so wide, so drop-off deep-
mountains on mountain stacked
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I suppose
a yellow rose.
however charming,
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Long ago I guessed
a simple 'no' or 'yes'
preferable to words obscure and teeming,
obfuscating meaning.
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