Jacob Coleman Poems

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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