Nathan J. Bogart

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Through his aging, once jet-black beard
Came the movement of his chapped lips
Which drew out the beating of war drums
Sad war drums
...

Eating spit burgers for five dollars a pop
Watching the town fall apart,
I reluctantly listen to the annoyance streaming
From my front room
...

This Garden is no home
It's roots choke and smother its own fruit
Forcing them to beget worthlessness
I can't survive off of this nourishment
...

An aging priest ventured into town-hall
Proclaiming hostility to us all
He was demanding that we find the light
'Damn your sky if it ventures into night! '
...

His girlfriend was full of beauty
Lost in retrospect, lost in time
He would hold her above the heavens
And soon enough shun her to the back of his mind
...

I saw a protester holding a sign on Fort street
It read 'Bush Lies'
He's been out of office for about a week now
But, I guess it's still true
...

I saw an old man sitting on a park bench
And, he threw crumbs at the seagulls
His smile engulfing his face almost entirely
The only smiles that compared were on
...

I read the morning news
Then turned on the television
To find even more news
I prefer cartoons
...

There was a Mexican boy who had trapped a
Bullfrog in a canister and poured gasoline on it
Engulfing it in flames, watching it incinerate with pleasure
I couldn't decide whether I wish I was the boy
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I played an out-of-tune guitar
(I need to change the strings, adjust the wood, etc.)
And, I drew an imperfect angel
(A friend told me it looked as if it was melting)
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A tall, aging home built on the foundation of stone
Scripted with heavy routine and scheduling
Lies beyond the tall Oaks and bendy rivers
That encompass the town
...

The light of a nearby car
Began its ritual of dancing
Against my pale blue walls
And in turn led the dance
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Through his aging, once jet-black beard
Came the movement of his chapped lips
Which drew out the beating of war drums
Sad war drums
Like an army that had been defeated
But kept marching in rhythm, regardless
His deep brown eyes peaked out through his
Thick rimmed, over-worn glasses
And within his words I was sure I could hear
The breaking of his heart
'Do you understand how it makes me feel
To know she has to be drunk in order to tolerate me? '
My brother and I looked over at each other;
Spitting images of this once valiant man sitting before us
In his eight year old, brand new chair
And as he began to rise
He put his hands on each of our shoulders in such a gentle manner
It surprised me, to think of such a large man
Capable of such a soft touch
His words began to rise like the beating of the other army
The one that had claimed victory
And he said 'I love you boys' and walked off
To find his bed and lie beside his beloved wife

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