Francie Lynch Poems

A new shithole state emerged.
South of the U.S.
North of Mexico.
On the Gulf Coast.
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Shoes of all colours and sizes
Shuffle by my N-A Middle Class House.
We are temperate, they walk in all seasons,
Down here, between the Great Lakes.
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Who would call them losers
Because they couldn't stand;
We lifted when they moved about
On worn out knees and hands.
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A good liar
Is a bad liar,
And I was the worst.
I lost your trust;
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He lifted his leg,
And pissed on
The Tree of Life,
The Tree of Knowledge,
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A once dear friend
And I met up;
Twenty years since we spoke,
And neither one could talk.
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Good morning, Dear Wife,
The only love of my life.
The sun's not yet up,
I'll go brew us a cup;
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I have stared
Far too long
At this blank page.
I've come to the hard realization,
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I forgot the present.
I went back,
And watched a flower open
Yesterday.
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The power is off.
I sliced and peeled back the plastic covering;
Exposed the current bearer
For repair.
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