Marshall E Gass Poems

and it was quiet
the air still
thoughts racing
the feeling demure
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Lisping along in the bravado nights
of banquet halls bursting with chandeliers
red carpets and butterfly maidens
serving delicacies of ordered neatness
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the atomic seed enveloped in the universe
presents reality in material bondage

unknown to us the ideal shadow adheres itself
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The wind whistles past the songs delicate trumpet haze
sizzling between words of wonder, awed at love
and its any splendored languages, cruise control
step down hard, the pulse races, I reach for your hand.
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Forever racing down the highways
of madness in the mind
I scuttle and scare at the engines roar
tossing the needle into overdrive
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The seesaw can swing up or down
we are hinged to life and death
like love and hate
good and bad whatever.
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This early in the morning shrouded
by the negligee of night it feels
a bit silky silly to be working
partly dressed
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Its a Sunday morning when the world works to a different pattern
housework claws in and takes control
of the daily tasks
last weeks work looks at me with doleful eyes
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Round and ready
especially Red Delicious
with a crunchy coziness
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Those aged between 10-16, trade in your toy soldiers
for real guns at Barrack No 33 along
mocambo rd. Come alone. Parents not invited.
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