Fred Babbin Poems

I'm going to Hell
my handbasket's ready
I'm holding it steady
for the long trip ahead.
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You are so perfect
You seduce me.
You are my Venus of the Mind
I breathe you in
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A koan is a question that is almost unanswerable.

The long, bloody, sword of memory –
When it can no longer cut,
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Don't take this too seriously

These poems are written for myself
So don’t complain
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Another provocation

The quiet, leaf-green clouds of summer
Give way to the glorious red-orange-gold
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True

I did not want to be a poet,
I was dragged into it screaming,
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I must touch you
And you must touch me.
We must explore
Each other.
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We will always shopping go
Without Edgar Allan Poe.
We go shopping, hopping, hopping,
From this store to that.
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I am so pregnant
with you, poems-
I work so hard to give you birth.
I love you all
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You wake up in the morning
Tired from the night before
Because you didn't sleep
The way you used to sleep
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