Morgan Michaels Poems

'I told you, my mom brought me here. Long ago'.
'She likes butterflies'?
'I guess. Otherwise, why would she bring me.'?
Langley couldn't answer.
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I wish we were in Spain, tonight
Marbella, Bilboa- who cares!
sierra or shear Balearic shore
even the capital would be alright
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The winds of two religions blow about my heart
Pity, prone I am to hear from one
Do this. Do that. Do NOT this. Do not THAT!
As if with God it just got off the phone
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He saw the puzzle of islands set in a blue sea- -and the fixed face-off between Cuba and Haiti- Haiti the angler fish faced by the sleeker Cuba, the barracuda, both poised for combat which never transpired, neither inclined to advance or give ground.

'Rot', thought Langley, bent on leaving prejudice behind.
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Smile. There is nothing else to do.
Skies whatever other color
A simple smile turns them blue.
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'If the doors of perception were cleansed', said Blake,
We would see things as they really are- -infinite'.
Vague enough. But,
'If the windows of delusion were washed', I say,
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