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
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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