George Murdock Poems

Think about this he says;
“Life is tubular”
I chewed and swallowed
and listened to the globular pipe fitter
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There were song birds sweetly singing
and fawns beside a brook
all the while a mandolin elf
danced atop a book
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Ariel

Oh troubled world what will be done?
What will happen if Ariel dies?
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Bible Bob in his bib overalls
and his mid-chest beard
his bible and flag
went to preach to the prospectors of gold
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The half-lit wilting and leafless white Birch
against the pink and gray Pinatubo sunset,
their fragile contrast to the skyline like haggard wraiths.
We sit on a cement bench on the shore of the artificial lake
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The lots are a collusion of lawn tools
Rakes bark at sidewalks
Mowers ruminate, roaring in fescue
Pink flamingo statuary and black jockeys
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An impression boils and vapor coalesces on a broad white leaf
Like the rendered nectar from a delicate dandelion
Brushed and vibrant cascading in the dawn light
Her soft silver hair tied back in a knot and skewed with a whale bone
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There is no God in the death camps of Gaza
God has chosen to ignore the genocide
There are no NEWS cameras of the big three
None speak disparaging remarks
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One day a wind will rise
from the furrows
of a barren field
and move through the jagged frames
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His visage is that of a bristling sardine.
His suit the impression of wet scales.
His mouth draws rushing currents of air
across hidden guilt slits.
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