Michael Walkerjohn Poems

You
rest, and
become quiet
most every night
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trying the table
with that sponge squid donna
gonna get me that!
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The anguish
of your transgressions
for these are as much against you
as against you’re others… You,
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Love is not necessary
nor is it a necessity
is not power
not opinionated
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There is…
this concern of stars
hovering, 'ober' our heads…
Heady stuff, what awaits above!
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It was me
and every motion
is my soul's perfection
is as always that beauty
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We
all guess
on what is
to come next
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blinding void,
unlearned mind;
weary empty depths,
the cry, what time wants;
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Wrawling worms rise,
release your stench that is deceit;
tenebrific mindsets bent,
thoughts in schemed audacity;
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"errors of immunity
inborn to infections, a
rule rather than the exception"
function, protection, battle, rejection
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