Jeremiah Crane Poems

The cat stopped licking himself and gazed
longingly upon the sparrow and her beautiful wings.
'One day that sparrow will be my own'
thought the cat
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I knew a girl once
A perfect girl
And I know there's no such thing
But she was perfect to me
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“Hi, can I take your order, Sir? ”
Had said the waitress to a man.
“Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh.”
“But Sir, I don’t know that I can.”
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I have sheltered you from storms, yet you cut me down.
I have been your firewood during winter's cold.
I am the air you breathe though you tear me from my roots,
even when I am the home for many.
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I wake up and it’s early
I can taste it in my mouth
or maybe it’s last night’s beer
yesterday’s wine
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I stop amid trees
On this dark lonely night
Get down on my knees
To begin the fight
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As we walked down the cobbled road,
no finer wish could she have asked.
“Come home with me to my abode? ”
My lustful grin could not be masked.
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'EXCLAMATION MARK! ' exclaimed Mark

'Fool.' replied the man with the migraine. 'Stop.'
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'How do you do? ' what do I care?
I couldn't give a sh*t.
I'm five foot two and have no hair,
no charm, good looks nor wit.
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I like to read the yarns of men,
words written down upon a page.
Protagonists, antagonists,
the villains filled with drugs and rage.
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