robert dickerson Poems

That man polishes his car-
plexiglass and chrome
shine lordlier with each stroke;
at his sweater's collar
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I am raising a glass
to those troubled souls
whose realities are dubbed delusions
by the dutiful many;
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If you meet Proteus asleep in your path
Amidst stinking sea calves
Proteus, who alters form at will
I will tell you what to do
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Though he turn to gale, pellmell'
Like an escapee
From the satchel gifted Ulysses by the Wind King
Make to blow you into hell
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Even, at the end, if you conclude,
Convinced by the wily son of Neptune,
Change superior to stasis
Aristaeus, that's your business-
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Never, for Jesus' sake, mistake
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The Gods, if you believe in them,
surely invented human life
for their own regalement.
I suspect they'd regret
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Midsummer's awful knell-
the season hurries on, all gold,
feet never touching the ground.
The dragonflies bob over the great lawn,
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Focus on a crocus.
Watch it open it's lips like a catcher's mitt.
What does it want?
A purple feather to match a yellow?
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