David Kowalczyk Poems

Here, in the warm white fog,
our smiles contain miracles,
miracles only an ancient love
could ever manifest.
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Touching them, you sense
that beauty within you shall
also someday bloom.
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Spring. A great yellow stain.
Forsythias burst and daffodils explode.
Swallows hurry back from Mexico
and are bitten by
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1. Life Is The Path
2. He Who Hunts Two Rats, Catches None
3. Disregard Reality
4. I Think, Therefore I'm Dead
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As a boy growing up
on a poultry farm, every
Saturday morning would find
me collecting carrion from the roadside:
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Snow falls
in a most
disturbing way.
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Across tombstones ancient,
cobwebbed, and crumbling
slips a cold, bilious fog.
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This word laughs
like cool running water.
Agog is a delirious munchkin
with eyes as big as ostrich eggs,
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The invincible moon
orbiting your heart.
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