David McLansky Poems

The old man, still,
Dead wrinkled flesh,
His head of gray dry hairs,
Lays in the polished coffin,
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Time was ever she'd seek my face;
Our eyes would meet across a sea of bobbing heads;
Now, we studiously avoid each other's gaze,
And greet adjacent friends with loud hellos.
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Anais Nin
Kept her husband banker
On the side
While she did hanker
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You wanna do what with your thing?
Melvin that's just sick!
You stay on your side of the room;
I'm not foolin', move it, quick!
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She wounds me with
An absent kiss,
False fawning on a child,
To remind me of
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You look at me bemused and with a grin;
Your brow furrows and your eyes express
Black moist sympathy
And so patient
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Should you in dallience
Be the moon
Whose radience
Varies
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I get up to go
For lately I have learned
That there is no promise
In this waiting, this exchange;
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