Michael Fischer Poems

I address this letter
To both God and Satan;
That is, if you're not one person!
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Historic words of wisdom,
distorted by absent minds,
have led to our generation’s
incognizant demise.
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I drift away to my air castle
and fill the harrowing void
that afflicts me internally.
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The graveyard of teenage dreams
is where Greg’s ambitions lie.
He wanted to play music
and just have a good time.
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You put on your armor
and lower your visor;
But you don’t know
what you’re preparing for.
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The surefooted sun smiles upon us
in July evening’s sweet dream.
The town’s vagrant morale is up,
inspired by the Paris green leaves.
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The accolades of yesterday’s heroes
slowly fade with the ravages of time.
Stories of their glory days get distorted
as they’re passed down by word of mouth.
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Beards consume the faces
of those who are dedicated.
It must be playoff time!
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The backyard used to be
of many different things:

It was the baseball field
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The sun blinds the victim
in the midnight massacre.

He’s left to fend for himself;
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