Chris Mansell Poems

On someone else's place
it seems to him the land
slings distance way out
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The population controller
slips into disguise
his charming suit
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The yellow legged plovers live at the university and stare down
pale students who dare to walk near them
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We are succulents
our cool jade arms open
over clean tables our fine bone
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She is effulgent in the dark halls of town.
She is listening but they are hearing.
Her skin is blistering and sharp with sparks.
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There are times
when you should listen
to the world
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