Glen Martin Fitch


Glen Martin Fitch Poems

41. Humors 10/17/2013
42. Primality 10/17/2013
43. Skin 10/17/2013
44. Terminal 10/17/2013
45. Driver Alert 10/17/2013
46. A Hard Habit To Break 10/17/2013
47. It 10/17/2013
48. Antidotal 10/17/2013
49. Break Time 10/17/2013
50. My Secret Prayer 10/17/2013
51. Elvis Has Left The Building 10/17/2013
52. Not An Excuse, But... 10/17/2013
53. Intervention 10/17/2013
54. Next Level 10/17/2013
55. You'Re Only As Mature As You Are 10/17/2013
56. Waiting For A Refill On Christmas Eve 10/17/2013
57. Snit 10/17/2013
58. Evolution 10/17/2013
59. Dear Sir Or Madam 10/17/2013
60. Stormy Weather 10/17/2013
61. Lesser Laws Of Karma 10/17/2013
62. And My God Said (Part 1) 10/17/2013
63. And My God Said (Part 2) 10/17/2013
64. Oh No It's Not 10/17/2013
65. Allergies 10/17/2013
66. Good Cop 10/17/2013
67. Shea's Buffalo Theater 1955 10/17/2013
68. An 'Elegy' For Irony 10/17/2013
69. Thanks, I Needed That- Not! 10/17/2013
70. Thoughts At The Beach At Night 10/17/2013
71. A New Years Day Poem 10/17/2013
72. She Said 'save Yourself' 10/17/2013
73. Time For A Change 10/17/2013
74. Inventory 10/17/2013
75. A Confession 10/17/2013
76. Privy Thoughts 10/17/2013
77. Poison Oak 10/17/2013
78. Vision 10/17/2013
79. I Commit 10/17/2013
80. S.A.S.E. 10/17/2013
Best Poem of Glen Martin Fitch

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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To A New Friend

Now everything is cool.
We're at that stage
when trust, respect feel sure.
We sense a link in struggle,
pain and hope.
As we engage
things fall in place,
we think in sync.
But some day

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