nathan martin Poems

slight decay under the suns
metallic half-lit shoulder.

signs and sinews fall in the late
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you may think that soy is not made of metal
but i saw james hetfield filling his kettle.

full of that sh$% in the vegan isle.
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somethings change and
somethings stay the same

walking into the basement bathroom
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letters..
how many letters? 26.

well he should rearrange them as to not sound redundant
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obviously the whole of humanity and creation
can be summed up in the deconstuction of
the cabbage roll.
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expositions, preminitions
dry-erasers falling from the sky.

but I've got a chalkboard for a
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key rattle, chain rattle, a keychain rattles
hanging from my pocket, it sways back
and forth as i walk keeping time.
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strange picture frames lie on the scorched
earth of the barren plateau, crooked and jagged..

to strange for her bucket of watercolors.
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black may turn to gray but gray
may not turn to yellow,

night may turn to day, but
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black coffee in the sea,
with a thermos for a light house
reading house blend.
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