Laurence Overmire Poems

Life is water
Slipping through your fingers

No way to hold or preserve
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Jogging down the road, bright clear warm day
Past a home for the elderly, retirement place of some sort.
Old, old man in front of me, barely moving, foot by foot, seeming lost.
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Pravda:
Two dead at Chernobyl.
No need to worry.
All is under control.
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Gripping the cart, knuckles white with fear
He gazed what seemed a mile of aisle
Cases stacked full with dreamy whipped
Flavor on flavor of cool refreshing
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The wolf in darkness
moonlight on her hungry pups
bullet cold as night
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Two miles down
In the eerie dark depths
She sleeps
The cold current sweeps across the barnacled rails of the bow
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Are you were you man or myth?
You died with bloody hands
Our necks outstretched to see you suffer
We nailed our indifference like an edict through your flesh
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The bulldozers plowed the remains
Into a ditch
Dreams crunching into memories
Tumbling over possibilities
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No battering ram can penetrate
Walls that have no logic
Make no sense to common
Knowledge.
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Decisions made on money
Are quick-fix vanities

Sure to please the rabble
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