Dan Michaelson Poems

Sipping champagne from a white paper cup
Eating some Chut from a shell that was cut
Watching the sunset of orange, blue and red
I’ll remember this day until I am dead
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A friend once wrote me and asked me a favor.
I hadn’t talked to him for awhile.
But since he’s my friend I wanted to savor.
His approval and ever missed rarified smile.
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I’m begging for time
My time is short as near as the next blow.
It would be anyway, but now I have added several “variables” to the classic tick tock of the heart and soul.
Or perhaps just the heart as you may have it.
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Congratulations.
You have received that which is taking the world down.
A not-so-new device called WE.
WE, is such an important device that “we” in our quest for the freedom of speech and expression, have offered it to YOU, the suffering soul wishing to exercise these “freedoms” that have been cherished and sought after for many a year.
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Oh how I hate thee
This darkness inside
My dwelling so small
My eyes are so wide.
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This squiggly thing inside my top side
Is nothing and protects not a hair on my hide
Yet secretes a venomous substance that I cannot see
It limits what I eat what I do what I’ll be
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The Wrong One

A caterpillar inched up a smooth hairy stem
A spray of insecticide wasn’t meant for him
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Pieces and species and soul-holes of mine
All gathered in a place or another sometime
The write is the spout that my soul sifts on out
If I only I had a backbone, I’d clamor and shout
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The girl that came in with the aqua blue eyes,
And took my heart without any lies,
A perpetual love that I have just for her,
She’s an uncorrupt one that has an innocent allure.
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