Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Please excuse me,
While I kick myself...
With a bit of bruising.
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Crusted mustard breath,
I awakened to...
When I loved you.
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I see the dust.
I suspect no water falls.
The rusting done,
Supports no life at all.
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A warm welcome of deeds performed,
Aren't always received with standing ovation.
Sometimes what is done is not even noticed.
So what does one do?
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They would spread lies,
On my sisters and I.
And they were relatives.
Preparing us very early...
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The marketing of flu,
Has become a multi billion dollar industry.
There is money to be made in creating vaccines,
By private corporations.
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Oh they've got their corks up now.
Overtaxed and burdened,
They can not relax.
Smack dab in the middle,
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If you are still here,
And I awaken screaming.
I have not experienced a nightmare.
I am just surprised,
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Too early in the morning.
And all the time.
You are there,
As if an alarm clock.
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Let me put this in perspective for you.
Are you ready?
This journey began in 1952.
I was 5
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