Stan Petrovich Poems

All this trash
Like Dan B. spews,
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A growing network of total insanity
Pervades the South and the North.
I would take some quotes of Bachmann,
Put them forth,
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In the integers of dark
Morning, I live & pine
For your return,
My bloodstained tongue
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They sang it was so
Even witout words,
That Malakui, the Brightest One,
Had a pup conjoined.
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In my cavernous dwelling,
(A lookout tower or a cliffside cave) ,
I glare over the sea the wrong way,
Not the left way, as it should be;
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It has descended;
the madness has become that
parasol on a hit of white ants
I have forever dreaded.
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I glare across the causeway
But cannot see
Beyond the lumbering beachcombers
And their city of twisted gray shacks
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To love from afar
-Little tip-
Then to scurry and call
Your name to the sky
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The sundial spells remorse;
The sands in the hourglass,
Half empty, half full,
Prepare defeat,
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I am not decadent;
And I am not your servant
-Cofederate traitor-
Or savant to use
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