Richard Stoker Poems

what's a poem? a dream no less
not a verse? yet it's more...
a soufflé turned out well?
a thrown honed pot? glazed and
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New York is more, much more than a city of dreams:
A helpful junkie in baggy grey flannel slacks, sweat shirt,
holed socks, newspaper filled down-at-heel sandals, says:
'Give me a dime, sir,' he shivers, I give him a dollar
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Don't be suspicious of me -
I'm not a Red - I've made my Bed
I'm not a Green - I've got no Team
I do not Drink - I do not Drive
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