Jacob Coleman

Feelings aside, spiders are really small
Monstrosities: balls of poison (with legs
Usually hairy,8 of them in all)
With death-wild eyes to boot, black shiny
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I hate easy-living (Winter’s been slow) .
I see a few snowflakes and my heart sinks.
I miss the magic lands of Nintendo.
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Lord, forgive me if I have preferred the thing
Thought to the thing thinking (difference
Between dead books and voices that can sing,
Mock, or just whisper love, the soul’s cadence) .
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I have betrayed God’s imagination
And now my imagination betrays
Me. If I knew why Hell and Destruction
Are never full, why my fantasy strays
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There is a parish confessor,
(An absent-minded professor)
Who sits all day on his cold flat
Butt, reading enormously fat
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True, I’ve never wrote a political
poem; and I’m not sure that such a thing can
exist, and not upset standards typical
of the human race, let alone a man
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Take off that shroud and
tell your demon friends,
“Adieu, goodbye, and
good riddens.” Make mends
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A woman in the sky.
So my insomnia began
When I was just a little man;
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come, there is a shelter for storms
that cannot last
under the shadow of my wings.
your crowded dorms
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If you worship womankind, what reward
have you? Oh, I’m not talking about love!
Just men, who wonder why women are bored.
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Crouching fogbank,
Opossum sprawl, fresh asphalt stain
Morning glimpse
Of sun’s first casualty.
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Given a choice between a world without
Flowers or one without mushrooms I'd opt
For the fungus among us. Flowers flout!
What's more tempting than a plump red cap topped
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Proud age fears that it shall be forgotten:
This pirate, this old captain, knew that doom
Hid in the smell of the wind unbroken,
Could send a crippled sailor to his tomb.
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'Count it all joy when women revile you,
For God knows what a cute wave of the hand,
A girly smile, sudden hunger can do.
You have heard not to stand on shifting sand,
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I thrust my heart upon a pen;
Scrawl hard “love hurts” till heart is nil.
Always (now and then) till I die
I will search for the reason why
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You doubt and doubt and nothing do!
It's worse than neighing “me love you”
But backwards, with question marks two:
Black-hanging doubts on you and her.
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It’s not that I suffer from hippopto-
monstrosesquippedaliophobia.
(literally: the fear of long words)
That at least would be understandable.
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The Prince of Fools met the Prince of Darkness,
-Sweeping tired dust and flame-
“So, are you the Janitor? A fool’s guess,
But your disguise is just lame.”
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Can one sit alone
in a dull Room
in a dull House
in a dull, dull
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