Michael Witkowski Poems

Have you ever felt it-a
tingle that rises someplace
in your belly and only to set
your lower regions ablaze
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Yesterday i was the master -Had
to control my talking -All i said
would be welcome but i should
give others a chance to speak, not
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Anne Frank where are you
Where you are trees grown
Wrens sing larks chant
Wrens chirp, corws crow
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Salad is dead
Salad lives- how
can you tell when
salad dies?
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Return to the old school
those spacy rooms
bourgeois furniture
plants sundry
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Her hair brush grew overnight
into a wide flat umbrella
Her force slid off her brush
and into her tongue
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Who be my
valentine?
Even a friend'd
do, Tina
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Travellers round
the history
Touch the dandelion
with your left finger
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On a seesaw-
which way do i pull
myself- hither, thither-
cling more to you,
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Cows moon on the feasty lush
under their feet silky strands
of earth's hair- punky green-
the Earth is a punk
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