Seth Proch Poems

There's a flower from the East,
It blooms amidst the plains,
Within a quiet mountain town,
It shines it's graces upon my eyes.
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It wasn't so much him as it was the reaction he caused.
I'm sure I'd met him once before, though I'm not sure when.
Seeing so many grown ups crying at once.
They spoke of him with beautiful words.
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I'll ride myself a trolly right down to New Orleans,
hurl myself from cliff tops and burst to smithereens.
I'll ride myself a trolly,
Oh Lord! it will be jolly,
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Do you remember the bare trees of winter,
whose limbs are sprawled naked entwined,
and can you recall now the cool sweat in summer,
or the seasons of your life left behind.
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Ashes of your love rain down from the skies,
so I keep my head down so they won't sting my eyes,
The smoke envelopes me, but the flames drive me out.
The tar fills my lungs as my heart fills with doubt.
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Burn books.
Smash TVs.
Cut out tongues.
Silence the masses.
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Federal taxable movie of the decade,
How I wonder,
The noise of success,
Intelligence cream in a blur of vaseline,
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Assess the situation.
Green is progress,
Yellow is unsure and timid,
Red is threatening and forboding.
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The view from the wall,
Makes me recall
The thing that I always forget.
It's not that I'm not enjoying your song,
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In dream like states I walked alone
I saw you from afar
Your smile invited me closer
Your lips called out to me silently
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