Raymond Farrell Poems

80,000 is an even number
which could be the population
of a medium-sized city
in the American mid-west
...

The cock crowed
Not once, not twice, not thrice
But incessantly
Let there be Light
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A love affair with the precise
Can be a need for the familiar
To appease inner anxiety
that builds and builds
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Too often
people speak
with conviction
in your face
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Let the government
Is the cry
Not just let them
But years of conditioning
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On the side
of this winding stretch
of obscure road
a decaying deer carcass
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