Robert VazquezPacheco Poems

The moon is bright but not yet full. She sails slowly
quietly over the streets and the ever-cooling air. Car
sounds and conversations float up into the night air
towards her, as the quiet increases introspection.
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Are things getting a little complicated, folks?
Clarity getting a little hazy? Grail knights
staggering a little as they process. Anybody
else holding a pair of nail clippers while a Gordian
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We are all clear that all this will end. Entropy
Is entropy after all. The leaves fall, the flowers
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Here’s an idea: Legalize dueling in Congress.
This way the Sharks and the Jets can work it
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If only Morpheus would show up on my
Computer screen, I’d probably block him.
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I don’t care what the countertenors are doing. Tell them
To sashay in here pronto! Some situations require the
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The ubiquity of tattoes makes me yearn for
The Elder Days. No, not the lifestyle, silly,
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We could not save them. Despite our best efforts, despite
The purity of our rage, despite the beauty of our weapons
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Night poetry has a gravitas easily dispelled
By a pint of good ice cream and a good
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