vince gullaci Poems

What I know
wouldn't cover
a pin head
excuse me
...

I don't know
what I'm about
It's as great
a mystery to me
...

How we crave
human kindness
the milk to succor us
through the day
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They don't like me
or my poems
lucky
the beer glasses
...

You could
run a lead
from my brain
to the globe
...

I keened
for the ghosts
and their passing
and my face
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Exhibitionist
or confessional poet
what am I
but a human fly
...

Those caterpillars
are worse
than a million carnivores
let loose
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Ten awesome things
that come to mind
that puts me
in a bind
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Beauty
never came into it
it was more
carnal desire
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