r james sterzinger Poems

the angel
of suppose
smiled at me
as I crossed
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got out of bed
went to the shower
Lazarus, Lazarus
who riseth thee from the dead
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she wants me
to turn my mind
toward the light
my eyes maybe
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I am finally ready
to confront
a most untidy
Augean Stable
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he was made wrong
blame his mama
blame his daddy
blame God
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I stare into the darkness
at my glasses
on the night table
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Hope... for You and Lublin Church


the empty arms of midnight
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in the spring
on the Wisconsin farm
where I was raised
between the cattails
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I like Hemingway
he wrote of life of death
of youth
of booze
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the female of the species

1. your never know, you know?
yes, your really never know
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