nathan martin Poems

a nascar napolean quick with
a word and slow with his step.
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dislocated association of pink,
the quick spasm of love leaves no trace,
leaves no form.
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spin the daylight dizzy on down and if not
then pour it out.

filling the black bean morning cups
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</>an ancient man under a very young sun
out lived the shadow of his slim suicide.

so he quit smoking and with a rattled throat
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dry cans in cellars full of sweet fruit,
covered in dust are beatiful in a way.
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when at most the others looked away
you were the only one left wrapped in
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</>whats that said some, somewhat said others
and thats all it took to start the fight.

the quick and dead argue, rolling around smashing
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i used to have a grey bear that i sat on as a chair.
he was made of metal and had four rusty legs.
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the half drawn eyelid son grew weary under his lamp
next to the shade that drew his voice to a sigh.
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a burden in the sight of near places
caught some.
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