Pierre Lien Poems

foot to foot i travel
looking for the yellow key
to my room of marbles
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leave me be
for i am shaking hands with friendly sharks

blame not them
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All around the pond nature seems
dead. The murky surface of the
water, like a rusted copper mirror,
covers the fish that linger like corpses,
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banners raised and visage blocked
people gathering for a purpose to be
contributions to institutions
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i forced my eyes open when i entered the gate of hell.
the rascals continued their usual deeds,
heckling and tormenting every visitor they reluctantly welcome.
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it was one of those times when i stare
into a black hole and wonder what's inside,
when i know for a fact that unless i put
my finger in, i won't be able to know.
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