Laurence Overmire Poems

Bully had a name
But I've forgotten
1966 too long ago
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Hieroglyphic
mystery in ancient stone
wisdom old as Time
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Funny how
Artists
Have to die
In order to make a living.
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A person’s perception of another
is limited to

fragmentary moments
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Standing at the bottom of a huge cylindrical room
Surrounded by doors
All locked
Two chaps considered the situation.
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For every *drop* of truth
there is a bucketful of fiction.
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There’s one thing we can’t talk about
Ever: Religion
At least not in public
No way to discuss, analyze, comment or
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Out of empty space
Wood, mud, boulder, brick and
Stone
He created completely new worlds
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When you feel the stagnate of life
in the shoe
Time to move, to stir, to rally
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Art has to be foisted on people

Pushed through the doors of indifference
Stuck on billboards of vacant mind
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