John Schwarz

Dorothy Dear
I always want you near,
I love it at night when you
Snuggle against my back.
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From Oedipus to Hamlet
We all most run the gamut
Of weeping lies and blame,
So acquire a taste for sorrow
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Now Snot-wax Despair
Clogs my ears and nose.
Is that my brain up there
Oozing and creaking?
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The moon is in the pleached branches
It is not pierced by the branches
It is like a lantern in a rose bush
The branches of which are black and spiny
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When my own organs began
To cipher, a tear (at last)
Dribbled down my cheek.
You, boozer, I guess you
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Dear Son,
I want to communicate with you
I think about you a lot
I usually think that a father doesn't count for much
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When I was young I often
wanted to leave my wife
but couldn't bare to leave my sons.
Later, I thought: 'What
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Skinner who never felt
feelings were important
didn't want to be
an eponym at least he
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