Jeffrey SpahrSummers

Never satisfied
The whiners
Always primping
Looking in mirrors
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Something weighs heavy on the man
Lulled to sleep deep in the recliner.
Something has cut his taut line
And slashes age across his face
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he
begets poetry
begets interest
begets poets
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It takes courage to admit defeat
to lay the weapons down
to declare oneself unarmed
before anyone else gets hurt
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every poem is an experiment for me
every poem an experience i read

every poem that i can
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I am preparing chicken salad
and while the meat cools
in the colander
in the pocket of the sink
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We choose to do this
as a society
as a race
we clamber for bread
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That we are given
Are not ours to keep
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i dont understand this business
of anger i just
dont get it
i dont understand
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there is a blazing white dragon
floating over there in the sunlight
it expands like a balloon filling up
slowly as i watch and there is a
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And so I carry you this last time
To your exhausted bed of death
Where words of hope faith fear
Lock our eyes in a final salute
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me
love
faith
heart
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But her sweet gutteral scent
Permeates through the house still
Like dull shafts of sunlight
Hung dusty in the windows.
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We sit alone across the table
Unable to account for the storm
Driving through our lives like tourists
Slowing to point at the sight of us
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I love to swim
with blossoms in the stream
air alive with sunlight
and drink the tale of years.
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Done with the day's challenge
I reflect slow down
Watch the screen savers
Flying through space and
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lies broken on the floor like a wine glass shattered tossed
into the fireplace as if in celebration of something I cannot
comprehend the cold needle is stuck due west north west
not magnetic north where I want to explore the wilderness
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I stand outside with two tourists
They are watching me smoke
As I inhale and hold the smoke
Deep in my lungs with purpose
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Suddenly she appears out of nowhere
Her miniature fingers grip the counter
Her big Bambi eyes peer over the desk
Her head an umbrella of sky blue cap
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The best of both worlds, they say
And it's true
The Blue Train is special,
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