Glen Martin Fitch Poems

My palm fits curve to bulge.
So heavy, firm,
your freckled skin conceals
a softer spot.
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Oh mighty fallen Titan,
once so great,
with ancient purple cheeks
now cracked by tears,
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as he told his son

'Yes, for a lowly slave much danger lies
In any act that others find too bold
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Once Pan, the God of mischief and of mirth,
Conceived a plan the mortals to dismay.
Argatos bred the saddest folk on earth.
It's there they say the men complained all day.
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'Tunc praecurrit comis...'


Years ago, St. Jerome-
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When in the Morphean realm oft' have I seen
Sublime, fantastic visions of the night.
Once as I slept within a forest green
My eyes beheld a most adventurous sight.
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Oh land of fluid 'scape and timeless time,
Where gardens shine in beauty far more bright,
Where terror lies in dungeon path to climb,
What better place for men to find their might?
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Truly the blessèd gods have
proclaimed a most beautiful secret
death comes not as a curse
but as a blessing to men'
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(Having fallen asleep on top of an electric blanket)

Well, no one really got the joke at first.
As fields burnt brown,
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In dreams
I often go back
where I've been
to visit buildings
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