Christopher J. Grasso Poems

Suncatcher glowing in tinges of rainbow onto the table, next to the Bible,
glare from the window slithers along the hallway floor, in a minuet fraction all day,
fingers rub the tablecloth, the tea breathing heavy, steams,
eyes wonder distant, blended into spring and horizon.
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We round asphalt by straight lines,
make lanes for four turns of left continuous.
I pace on this cage of road,
bolted into the shell of sweating machine,
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(An intertexual marriage poem of an excerpt from a teacher’s letter to parents, a letter from a mother to the child she gave away for adoption and a letter that I should not have seen)


Dear Parents or Guardians,
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The world is goina’ hurt me,
Worse than any form of dropping dead can.
The world is goina’ hurt me,
Worse than any form of dropping dead can.
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Immense men battle
Gladiators of our time
Form a human wall
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Crash of hearts and percussion,
Love as painful as a quarterback concussion,
Rising crescendo of sweltering thoughts rushes,
Anticipation of compliments are reddening blushes.
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Some time when the river is ice ask me

When did we start to drift?
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Delicious changing seasons, the screen clinging catastrophe, awaiting the dragonfly
A star mounted anomaly in the shape of an asterisk is the dragonfly

A string bean caught by the fluff of the garden’s breeze
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Enlightened
dissident
requesting
God’s
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