Marty McKenna Poems

sometimes when the traffic weakens
you feel you could have the run of the city
in memorium. when there were
no capitalisations, only silent confetti
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i carve you out
of already alive
and lavish landscapes; build silent,
lived horizons about you, still do.
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i have asked
rich women and men;
do the dead mourn us?
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as rain sloshed everything else,
you in my gut, again.
i try to think about outside,
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spirited hounds
leave no stone unturned,
haunt fair game
in nature's realm.
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Where water wets, memory pulls - age four
Or maybe five - The clanks excite still now
Unknown game - Symmetrical Blocks, of where
Mother and I, Windows of the van
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those paintings, under the spell
of sparkling psychosis
led me through the passage of time
to this day, where, when i close my eyes,
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red lights were snipers
and i was my grandfather
teaching his daughters
how, and what to shoot.
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the darkness of the bar
is reassuring, it has me sit
neatly in it.
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how could i not
permanently turn the chair
to this window.
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