Laurence Overmire

Painting An Inch Thick - Poem by Laurence Overmire

The paint on my face is peeling
Too long without a fresh coat to
Cover up the blemish of mistaken


People will see through
The raw, exposed grain of flesh
Much too real for

Aluminum-sided strangers
Weathering storms in happy hamlets
Hailing golf balls bouncing off

Simulated walls, chuting through
Spidered spouts of infantile

(Previously published in CER*BER*US, # XLVI,2002)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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