R.Benjamin Abate Poems

After I saw
A picture of
A child missing

On a flood-light
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We were sitting on
The curb in Brooklyn - Having a smoke
Outside of Pratt Art Institute-
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The talking parrot
Mocks you
While you curse
The rubik's cube
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Do I follow
You behind
The waterfall
To search
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I walk along my
Grandfather's farm
In Michigan-

My mother's home
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On a good day-
She celebrates 'round noon
On a good day-
She celebrates nude-
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Swallowing whiskey
Is like swallowing
A hornet
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Petrichor: the scent of rain

Petrichor- Plentiful
Petrichor paints a pleasant
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I'm an Orange
& they’re
peeling away
my skin slowly
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Waiting for the sound
of the Key
In the lock
of the front door
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