Nick Lennert Poems

As a human spirit
We feel the need
To play a game of
hide and seek
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There I was, sitting on the forest floor with the flames burning in my
fire pit, roasting goat meat, when a mean Australian officer pounced on me and offered me death just because I was on his land. Dirty landed gentry! Anyway, the goat too was illegal for me to kill and eat because everything that spawned on his property was, too, his property. Dirty landed gentry! So, I had to jump in the billabong that
was right next to my camp, but he jumped in there after me, trying to strangle and or drown me. I did drown, and now I haunt the area where the scuffle happened. They wrote a song about it, called 'Waltzing Mathilda.'
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I poured grape juice on Ezra Pound's back
I put T.S. Eliot in a headlock, but I do like his poetry- we just couldn't get along
I had a beer with Walt Whitman
I hung out with Dante and we sent our enemies to a real Hell
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Could it be
we could free
the next century?
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Dawn may barge in like a burning harlequin
Vultures fly yet its hard not to laugh
Nature’s children are killers
Dirty people
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