Morgan Michaels Poems

Truth isn't sold
in the press or on-line
it can't be invented
or altered to suit.
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'First the pulley. With these window-washers haul
themselves up to the tip-top or drop'.
'Yes', she said, with minimal interest. 'Next'.
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I wish I were young again
with lotteries to win
when it was always Spring
and I could smell the exhaust
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It wasn't that he didn't have
clear feelings on the score
but just before the vote, he rose,
turned, left, and quietly shutting the door
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This morning
on the train
a mouth so
troublingly wide
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Then the phone rings- 'no data':
into the grinning barracuda over the range
tessled onto plaster from bits of glass
and given me by Jorge, my exile friend,
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Tokyo toyota
mitsubishi kyoto
teriyake sake.
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