gordon nosworthy Poems

I remember zocko chico
but I don’t know why
I remember dusty little towns
in mexico
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i don't believe in souls but if i did i would believe
creatures killed in order for others to survive are born with souls
&die without them
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i dont want to make sense
of the mirage
dissolving around me with such power
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i do love my children
i do love my wife
i am reminded of a little wisdom
gained from struggle and from life
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and if i sing you are my voice
e.e. cummings

sorry e.e.
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this all makes no sense
you knew that
didn't you
but still you call me on the cell
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i smell death in the dust
on the mountain in my heart

for years i hid behind excuses
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i crave something
that is not particularly there
an old probable polar bear
once declared
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to stop ice fishing
is not about holes &polar bears
neither actually exist
this is about a consciousness
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