Marshall E Gass Poems

Come, come into the daybreak of the dawn rising
from the mists of the mind and its sacred numbers
clasped in the twilight womb of knowing,
punctuated itself into a sob of joy.
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Break bread
as wood
set the table in symmetry
serve wine in decanters
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sushi?
no
combination fried rice?
no
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nuns floated on serene slabs of silence
like penguins of patience
waiting for the summer of noise and nuisance
to batter the baptismal vow
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Jostling on the sidewalks of a busy street
I was absorbing every face for a stand out feature
to invest in chapter 23 of my new novel.
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I could see plainly, that it was a gold embossed invitation
to taste the struggle to escape from the bondage
of marriage and grown up kids
and years in a sanctuary of vows controlled
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behind the glass door things happen
to stay behind the glass door
until things have happened.
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Metaphysical hyperstrings
connecting
two abstract layers of embodiment
in a substantial partnership
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Behind the wide-eyed chiselled face
The wings I couldn't see
The words she spoke were wisdom
Devoid of vanity
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and it was quiet
the air still
thoughts racing
the feeling demure
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