Sam Price Poems

I want to taste paradise,
In a hundred milligram pill.
I want a deluxe kitchen,
With a built in deep fryer and grill.
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Screw reality.
That is my specialty.
I reject its artificiality.
Tell me to follow orders.
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I’m wanderless
I wonder

Want to escape
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Imagination is limitless.
It’s one-tenth design.
It’s two-sixths blurring visions,
And the rest bits and bobs found on a clothesline.
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I don’t know how she does it;
To herself is what I mean.
Cutting that life force away,
Slice by slice.
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It's the middle of the night,
And to my delight.
I can hear no sound,
Nothing square or round;
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I had a dog that wouldn't fly,
No matter how hard I tried.
He wouldn't stay of the ground,
No explanation could be found.
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Am I to go save from gazes,
On a witless road full of mazes?
Or to the eyes; will I meet,
With an advance, without a retreat.
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Off a cliff, through a storm.
Stubborn, strong willed, won’t conform.
Keep my own values, own ideas.
Fight or flee my own battles, address my fears.
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I’m finding it hard, to think of things to write.
I spend my time pondering, into the middle of the night.

My dictionary’s empty, my thesaurus has no words.
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