Glen Martin Fitch Poems

Ideas sprout.
Words shoot out of my pen
like unsown seeds
that never knew a hand
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My leaven makes my muffins rise.
My eggs are never runny
My pudding could take any prize.
My secret? Not for money.
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Once bride and groom were bound.
Each marriage planned at birth.
Of course divorce was not a choice.
Romantic love
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'... As she saw nothing but young men all day long...this sight of her fellow-traveler was completely lost in her mind, as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in the water and disappears forever.”
Virginia Woolf Jacob's Room

I bet you don't remember me.
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Once more.
Please notice how
I keep it taut
by only letting out a bit.
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I had it figured out.
It just made sense.
I thought
to ease the pain
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Some driver cut me off
in my commute.
I swore.
At work I told a friend
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Upon the cellar door 
I wrote my name in chalk. 
I scrawled it backwards 
to avoid detection. 
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Though seldom seen 
he's always hanging 'round.
You're never safe.
He'll elbowed his way in.
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I can't undo
what stupidly I've done.
To face embarrassment
I'd rather die.
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