vince gullaci Poems

Is it
only
lip service
I believe in
...

I think
I'll stick
with the fauves and primitives
if I have
...

The dawn's
slow
unraveling
turns the morning
...

If I write
about
what I know
there won't
...

The Christmas beetle
long black and flat
dropped from the paling fence
near a plant I had been watering
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Whatever's lost
is never found
don't fall
through the cracks
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A sometime nostalgia
to do as of old
when the sun
was in ascendance
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There's nothing funny
about getting
old
at night
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Brash and confident
living everyman's
wet dream
but drugs and alcohol
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Ha Ha Ha
Mr Dummy
when you lose money
it's called capitalism
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