Stan Petrovich Poems

petrified mouth
Posted on March 11,2011 by pseudoprometheus
words formed before flowers–
the grumblings of thunder
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Don't know how you're receiving this;
I not writing it down.
You see, I'm dead.
Killed slung as a tree stamped me out,40 miles per hour;
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The rapid barometric stuttering
of a sudden downpour
vacating the streets
hurling rainbows
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Never meant to hurt the guy;
Even through we had brawled
a time or two;
He had a weak time expressing displeasure,
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'Either you are on our side,
Or you are our enemy.'
Fire can fall from the sky,
And death shall be plentiful.
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Twisting and turning
In the viable clouds
The swirling air
Came a dark mass
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Somewhere first light opens the eyes of the downtrodden;
And mirrored mountains paint the morning bright;
Somewhere the warm winds relax,
And the songs of the sea and field
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It was a day like any other:
I shaved, I ran the shower.
The bus was right on time.
My necktie was green, like lime.
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With the Gorgon's head
Flush to my cheek,
Her ungodly breath
In my nose,
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By the time my back was covered
With the black and stringy hair
I got rid of the last of my clothes;
Then I began to howl at night
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