David Whalen Poems

Pizza parlors,
muffler shops
7 Elevens
and I-hops
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When I can feel the texture
of the scent of roses…
Sense the velvet caress
Of the fog’s vaporous touch
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Have you ever
wished …someone
dead?
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Tiny squeaks from the snow
As if I’d stepped
upon a mouse
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I wondered what the basic needs
Of the average human could be
I know these don’t apply to everyone
But they do apply to me
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Whiskey nose, baggy eyes
Furrowed brow and ruddy cheeks
Wistful look on wasted face
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Winter’s cold is Mother Nature’s way
Of saying, lie with me now, lay your head on my breast
It’s snow, a blanket under which to lay
Neath a crystal cover, enjoying winter's cold caress
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You’re never too old to pop plastic bubbles
Never too old to have a twinkle in your eye
Never too old to stir up some trouble
Never too old til the day that you die
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I Listen To The Silence


Darkness about me
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