Stan Petrovich Poems

Around a jetting quasar-
A black hole that can no longer
Keep its hat on-
There comes a string of pearls
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We were once the torrid lovers,
Don't get me wrong:
Slobbering kissses the afternoon long;
And nightly penetrating like shovels.
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Jason was one with the Ram,
Who took his Argonauts to sea,
From Colchis,
To seek the Golden Fleece,
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Could not have survived Crusoe's labors;
Am not that fit.
Without speech for years
The rescuers would push me aside:
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the tiniest of watercolors
by a man called Ernst
transformed me into a caterpillar
dreaming of erstwhile flight.
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Do your tiny hands
Reveal freeflying thoughts,
Or better, are you intrigued
By the stumbling block dividing naughts?
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(written in 1965)
i still wait as a tree
waiting for you to pass
under me
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My compendium of complaints
Offers no compliance
To modern medicine. These
Doctors are merely puppets for
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Ah! Chopsticks: sign of civilization.
Peyote, psychelicious not.
The scupulously vile-tasting cactus,
Mushy and light green,
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No stopping now:
Interdiction pricks.
One more poem for all,
Read about chopsticks.
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