r james sterzinger Poems

i wanna
touch god
where he lives
if it's silence
...

Through the brightness of black bows
Through the avenues of bright flowers
Through alleys of garbage day trash cans
I walked my dog through the late night.
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It is
Twenty-two below zero
Has been for two days.
...

what will i do when i find out later on
that the poetry
that keeps me
holding on
...

I.
When did my thirst for anything
Beautiful, collapse
Turn dry and cynical?
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I have a bitterness that runs
Deep. when Jesus cursed
The fig tree, it
Gave nothing sweet.
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I
worked in this hospice
once
and when we took
...

dear robert,
you are so very right,
the woods are
lovely
...

it was decided
that we should discuss
my border-line
personality
...

Everything for granted taken
never considering a sparrows
fall. in a world too busy too fast
for consideration we've lost
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