Stan Petrovich Poems

Cations anions
Come in strange colors
Unlike fermions
That are much duller
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Grandiose, spread-eagled, he is lofted from the window
Only for his head to bond in a pool of blood
-Never ming the five kids in the blowing snow-
This man's last act was a thud.
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Boneless beasts
Whose life is no more
Than a wabble in the succulence of plankton,
Far below light,
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Ask why, if the maple trees get nervous
As the dry winds of October strip their leaves
And all are lost,
Do they fret?
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Cloud Nine lived a life of fantasy,
Barely conceding the existence of Cloud Eight,
Who felt jealousy for Cloud Seven's
Silver lining,
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A girl, a horse, a blinding beauty:
How many hands, feet, ankles
Did my roaming limbs do duty?
Further anatomy would surely rankle.
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the bleeding baby seals
feeding the inuit are unimportant
the brokenlegged horse
lying & dying in the field at night
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It is so stupid & sad
that 'poets' feel
that if only they invoke the word
God
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the needles
it is a city in california
named after desert peaks that fly upwards
and pierce the cloudless sky
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Interfering, yet definable
The dust covers my eyes.
I once saw brightly,
But now it seems I am always in the shade,
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