Stan Petrovich Poems

A bar; a dive.
Ethanol springs, thrives.
The clown arrives;
The selfsame clown who,
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In the foregoing month
I have commited atrocities (some might think)
With mere words.
Hellenists would have me exiled,
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A mad scientist made a time machine. He put his hague of a wife into it.
A young, quite beautiful girl
Approached him at a restaurant in a few days:
It was she.
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The battle between Athens and Sparta lasted a lifetime and more.
Men who ate lentils
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Great passage of water
Through pipes, branching from the Euphrates:
That was Nebuchadnezzar's gift to his twerking wife Amytis,
Who longed for trees,
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Having entered many,
In New England-
Maine, Massachusetts,
(West Island) ,
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And why do you suppose
The World so plainly deposed
Its so-called wonders?
I say it was because they
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Poem, having grown teeth,
Somehow got out of a notebook
That lay on a dusty shelf,
And jumped me.
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All is still-
The trees across the park
Hang silent in the fog;
My mind is also quiet
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Dedicated to Aries,
Vile god of war,
And duplicated by such fools
As the Masons and even some governments,
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