Malcolm McGill Poems

What is
is what isn't,
isn't it?
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Running the world is as
easy as rolling
righteousness in between the
Red, White, and Blue.
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To read and write
without conscience
is to hunt
without
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Love cannot be
in a better
place
next to the dry cleaners
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I appeared at the dumpsters
taking my shoes off
as I turned
I walked through the
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when i arose
like a plot twist in prose
i found my head in a box
with jagged rocks and those
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Lines from Silence
A Confession from Heaven:
1.
Not an eon ago
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Do you have dreams about him too?
He's old, he limps, he's balding.
No children. One wife.
He's happy.
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The tower straightens its silver stone back once more
and I have not to ask whom the bell tolls for.

The flowers wilt, 'ere it tis the last time I am sure
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