Stan Petrovich Poems

I give you salt in this cave

this cavernous body of ours
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Where did that tune
Come from? An inner organ
Composing 'Clair de Lune, '
'La Mer, ' tales of the sea
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I know the lovers' moan
For I too have moaned, a lover, too;
Then, the bell tolls for you.
And the foghorn, somewhere, groans.
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The door closed
On her
As she fiddles with the
Hunting knife
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White and powdery are our
Faces, as they draw near one another,
Sticking out sticky tongues
Covered with dead flies.
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My cloying succubus drives me
Mad, cursing the world I have made,
That world of seemingly endless woe
And pain. The bodlerized gemstones
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If I climbed any higher
I would become a cloud.
Thunder & lightning embraced me
Like a lost child. I cried out loud.
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The giant hissing cockroaches
And centipedes long as your arm
Will be here
Due to global warming.
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Nature is the cruelest thing,
Bringing dead flowers to a cemetary,
And sneezing as a ghost passes through.
I spent the night reading Keats
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I took the overgrown trail
leading down to black water,
but I did not know what to do;
I am no woodsman;
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