A.S. Wilson Poems

midnight
black jack speaks to me
kerouak thoughts of freedom
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Seeing the fire in your eyes die
I walked to the house alone
wishing my eyes would let me cry.
Seeing the fire in your eyes die
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The summer sun glints off your sunglasses and
Strikes me in the eye and as I begin to twist away
I am reminded of the physics of light and space
And how they’ve found that two electrons,
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The Charlie Brown prints of your shoes
left zigzag marks to follow in the sand
as you wandered down the beach
looking for shells and answers.
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Maple tree helicopter seeds
fly me back to childhood
whirling through the sky in
martial support of little green army men.
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I’m a kindergarten dropp out
and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Drop out that is. And not, this time,
because we were moving
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The city of lights
beckoned to us,
drew us in as if we
were dull flying bugs
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Proof: Mathematical proofs are strange things.
They can prove anything you desire,
provided you don’t care whether they are true.
All you have to do is to assume
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