Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It takes two quarters back to back
Of slow or no growth,
To qualify what we are not experiencing...
As a recession.
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There is a lasting benefit to growing up poor.
And dealing with the 'guts' of reality.

One carries a perception...
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I like those low things!
Those distractions that attract.
The ones glimpsed when passed...
That capture and grasp,
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Who else will I face,
To come into my life...
My Father?
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I am without sleep...
Most times.
Not from an unrest,
I can not explain.
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Your wishes to remove my thoughts...
Are as ridiculous,
As your demands to shut one's lips.
Or have someone produce something less offensive...
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Who are we?
And where do we go...
To have that revealed?
And when we do arrive,
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My eyes have you in them too much!
I catch myself in vacant stares.
Becoming helpless and aware I am noticed...
Being out of focus.
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Folks who have become accustomed,
To practicing their own genocide...
Are only prepared for their instant removal.
And they are not about to abandon,
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You wish for me to say something positive?
Okay!

You are positively in denial,
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