Michael Arthur Poems

Unwound after a night out
place was empty

didn't polish off all my thoughts
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They're working on a whole lot
of nothing

Daddy used to say
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I've never skied.
Tobogganed,
unless you count
the box our refrigerator
...

Plugged in my radio
above vanity.
Knob had long broken off my side
of the sliding medicine cabinet
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still a stick in the mud

no plastic chrysanthemums
just born on died on dates
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When little,
climbing trees was easy
as can be.
My body now changed by things that grew within me
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My scars haven't a clock
to punch out
I lace up kid gloves
loosely
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