Morgan Michaels Poems

What she was is not exactly clear
but as often shown resting in an armchair reading the Times,
a journalist, perhaps? the way she looked
she could have been an ex-rockette.
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always there, when-
ever Nancy came home from gallivanting with Sluggo
that sometime visitor from the other side of the tracks,
sitting vigilant, reading the paper
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Those darn Greeks were right-
Enjoy everything but enjoy
in moderation.
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When I sweat the big sweat
Shut my eyes
Shudder, die and descend
To the Stygian shore
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Spider, though you are small
and I am big, we're
undisimilar, pal.
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She told me tales of Arion
and the sly Ulysses
and filled my ringing ears
with sounding arias
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Unaccountably, while I was making a liverwurst sandwich
(with mustard and cornichons on rye)
the poem took a dive
off the countertop, I don't know why,
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