Scott Stevenson Poems

your umbrella won't always hold out the rain. you'll see that
it gets you when the wind blows. likewise,
your dark glasses can't keep all the sun out.
your gloves are powerless against
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give me some fire to play with
don't let me burn you
I need to burn sometimes, you see...
but don't let me get you involved
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don't be so foolish
to think
the worlds' an oyster
for you.
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one who never falters
one who never hangs his head
one who sings and erases shadows
cuts out the forlorn sighs
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the orange is your heritage
a mash of old easy days, the old edges
of the photographs,
rusted bicycle wheels,
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I walk around the outside of you,
intimidated,
in the music of your laughter.
I sample you,
...

do you reveal yourself
in the art of life
do you bring yourself closer to God
do cold clutches of mystery and hard nighttime
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when I dropped the atom bomb of everything
and threw the door open to God
I dropped every worry and let Him in
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the further I sweep it under the rug,
the more this cancer builds walls inside-out.
the more I fear myself, or starve myself of
essential self-appreciation, or cringe, or
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rewind life and remember
your last bad words, your last good ones,
to him. long before the cut.
if you're not too relaxed,
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