Francie Lynch Poems

I read about nooses
(Such silly gooses) .
I read about pills
(Such terminal thrills) .
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One last snowflake
And the roof collapsed.

One last raindrop
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We tagged him Candle Sticks,
Called him that
When he was six.
Snot oozed down
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Charles didn't heed the Puritans
He was God's appointed,
Anointed and empowered.
He tumbled from above,
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They appear,
They seem,
They presuppose
With their ink to emphasize
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The collective elective
Threw a bag of human waste
On the white house steps;
Torched it,
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I won't come up short again,
Falling for clichés and praise,
Not now nor till the end of days.
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Da's an organ grinder,
Grinding heart and tongue;
Bull pizzles for his daughters,
Chicken livers for his sons.
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She is the shadow of her own shadow;
A hard green tomato on an October vine;
Like last year's silver tree tinsel;
The inescapable smell of a house housing cats;
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In this box are Aine's rings,
Silver chains and secret things;
But lift the lid,
Set in the mirror,
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