Phillip Liu Poems

I can feel the subtle vibrations under my seat
And hear the computerized voice say,
"Turn onto North Eshman Avenue."
While I stare at the blur outside,
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I remember when we picked you up in rainy downtown Atlanta
My seven-year-old hands wiped water from the window
As I saw you and Dad smoking Marlboro Reds
And talking beside the open sign of a Taco Veloz
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Each puddle's mirrored sheen
Shatters in way of my worn out Nike Trainers.
Water drops explode toward me,
Like an old cartoon man saying, 'Darn you kids! '
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Except the jackets on the door hanger
morph into a towering man.
His cape rests on his shoulders
six-plus feet above the ground.
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White is a no colored plaster
Used to fix the hole in the wall.
It is a reason I run faster.
Across the line I can put the football.
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3: 30 pm is break time,
a chance to sit down, eat lunch and watch ESPN.
A high pitched yelp common to office commotion.
Muscles contract as deliberate and instinctive
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There once was a desert behind the restaurant,
And there was an oasis on the other side.
The desert could be changed though.
Sometimes it was Fenway Park,
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