Duane Robert Pierson Poems

You should apologize.
Get down on your knees and plead,
but your apology will be worthless,
like expectorant into a sewer.
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A river flows through this country
seen only by the cynical eye of the excluded sane,
a stream of cultural sewage glittering like ersatz gems
sending ripples of scented acid lapping at citizen souls,
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With corn ripe golden hair
she bestrode the harvest
before the black frost set in,
smiling gently and triumphal
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A ballet of autumn leaves.
They danced upon the road
with colors in full array,
standing and swaying
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Cornsilk
Soft, oh so very soft
as gentle to the touch
as a warm breeze
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A checkmark in the sky.
A skein of waterfowl
laboriously moves to warmth,
drawing behind a gray curtain
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Working the farmers’ market.
Soap her earthy cosmetic,
clean country air for perfume,
pheromones fueling ardor’s fire.
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It happened exactly at
M-Millennium
Y-Year
M-Month
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Not to be held in contempt because I knew.
God we all know of this worse than hell,
Darfur where the Janjaweed militia ride, killing
maiming, torturing, and raping with impunity.
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Long ago a girl and me
walked an old field.
We photographed
centaurea cyanus,
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