Glen Martin Fitch


Glen Martin Fitch Poems

121. Double Homicide 10/17/2013
122. Rent To Own 10/17/2013
123. Through A Looking Glass 10/17/2013
124. To Search One's Heart Is Not An Easy Task. 10/17/2013
125. Finger Lakes 10/17/2013
126. De Gustibus Non Disputandum Est 10/17/2013
127. To A Starling 10/17/2013
128. Fig Tree 10/17/2013
129. Grooming 10/17/2013
130. Perineal Raphe 10/17/2013
131. Special Interests 10/17/2013
132. Like Guppies 10/17/2013
133. It's Not You 10/17/2013
134. About That Bliss 10/17/2013
135. The Salomè Platter 10/17/2013
136. The X Factor 10/17/2013
137. Getting Perspective 10/17/2013
138. Too Late For Words 10/17/2013
139. Canoe 10/17/2013
140. Re-Creation 10/17/2013
141. Spinach 10/17/2013
142. My Big Sir 10/17/2013
143. Reason 17 Of 28 10/17/2013
144. Ètonnement, Persistance Et Sillage 10/17/2013
145. Charlie Horse 10/17/2013
146. A Lullaby In Time Of Plague 10/17/2013
147. Gone  10/17/2013
148. My Arthritis 10/17/2013
149. Ties 10/17/2013
150. Trash Or Treasure? 10/17/2013
151. Two Legs Or Three, It's All About Me 10/17/2013
152. His Spiritual Journey 10/17/2013
153. Moving On 10/17/2013
154. Snap Out Of It 10/17/2013
155. Our First Road Trip 10/17/2013
156. The True Test Or Our Second Date 10/17/2013
157. The Mutability Sonnet 10/17/2013
158. Latency 10/17/2013
159. Free Advice 10/17/2013
160. On My Kindness 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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