Glen Martin Fitch


Glen Martin Fitch Poems

1. Disclaimer 10/17/2013
2. Directions For Using The Enclosed 10/17/2013
3. Introductions 10/17/2013
4. To A New Friend 10/17/2013
5. Mi Casa, Su Casa 10/17/2013
6. My Theory Of You 10/17/2013
7. The Rest 10/17/2013
8. Off Beat 10/17/2013
9. Vast Kingdoms Once Did Span This Shrinking Sphere. 10/17/2013
10. What I Can Do 10/17/2013
11. Temporarily Possessed 10/17/2013
12. Crayon Tin 10/17/2013
13. Waiting For The Fat Lady To Sing 10/17/2013
14. Endgame 10/17/2013
15. The Myth Of Memory: An Ode 10/17/2013
16. Dealership 10/17/2013
17. Amazing Dream 10/17/2013
18. Breaking My Fast 10/17/2013
19. The Joy Of... 10/17/2013
20. Impersonal Time 10/17/2013
21. Wanted 10/17/2013
22. My Brand-New Daily Planner 10/17/2013
23. Ear Worm 10/17/2013
24. Philately 10/17/2013
25. Evil Twin 10/17/2013
26. Hospitable 10/17/2013
27. Problem Solving 10/17/2013
28. Coming “home” 10/17/2013
29. A Thanksgiving Psalm Of Graces 10/17/2013
30. If Only I Could Have Said 10/17/2013
31. How I Survived 10/17/2013
32. A Daddy's Lullaby 10/17/2013
33. From The Car-Seat Behind Me 10/17/2013
34. Out Of The Mouth Of Babes 10/17/2013
35. My Kind Of Town 10/17/2013
36. Fifth Graders At Play 10/17/2013
37. On Discovering My Childhood Plans Of My Future Home 10/17/2013
38. Man To Man 10/17/2013
39. I Never Thought I Would Say This 10/17/2013
40. My Warning Citation 10/17/2013

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Toxic Relationships

In great dismay you came.
'Look! I've been bit! '
'You play with serpents, friend.
The charmer charmed.'
Distressed, you cried out,
flailing in a fit,
till shock set in.
At that I grew alarmed.
I'm scouting trained.
My friendship I can prove.
I lanced your wound
and sucked and spat
and sucked and spat again,
the deadly poison to remove.
I saved your life,
so why do I feel fucked?
And even then I thought,
I can't ignore I risk this venom
getting in my veins.
And what's in this for me
for all my pains? ...

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My Theory Of You

What primal pulse propels
the starry dust to fill
the seeming void?
Throughout the vast expanding universe
that vibrant gust elates,
enthralls all
in its bursting blast.
What constant converse power
counteracts that outward thrust?

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