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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Salad is dead
Salad lives- how
can you tell when
salad dies?
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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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Return to the old school
those spacy rooms
bourgeois furniture
plants sundry
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Who be my
valentine?
Even a friend'd
do, Tina
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She cut photos,
Images, glued
them together
into collages
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Friedrich, how can you cut out those
Who have found not a friend
Who is judge in Amity Court?
Who reads the sentence
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Which harrow shark runs berserk at the sight
of oysters is a privileged question we shall not
bother to answer but where merry sounds blight
our souls, appear in mere bliss and disppear, lot by lot
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we open the round - whether
gwen stefani be part italian
or an abbreviated stefanian
thereby remotely armenian
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