Christopher Fladd Poems

Beatniks waltz down Main
Fox trots at their shadows feats
As ‘Dog’ barks ‘Howl’ as a Lions Mane
Fox tangos down the street to beats
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While standing waiting watching water,
Islands wait for bold explorers.
Worlds away they sit in slumber,
To kiss and kill the wicked daggers
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Once a bird was claimed in wild fire
Unaware that its heat,
Would, eventually,
Have him, raised substantially
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Grass will grow and flourish, feeding
All of those who pass by, thinking
On nowhere through nothing, breathing
Life with no real name.
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That of which we are within,
that which makes the heart and skin;
pouring out our souls and thought,
trickling the lingering known begot;
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Searching low but looking high
for the like color of his eye
was it true the lost could find
one another two combine
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What, within the why which we are,
leads us to ponder under the stars?
Where we were then is gone now by far,
by ten thousand miles, a billion new stars
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Where is the future,
down some glistening star-scape hallway awake with time?

What was the future,
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