Robert Burgan

Veteran Poet - 1,275 Points [Wayne Roberts] (Chicago)

Robert Burgan Poems

1. Abacus 11/17/2016
2. Reverie 12/6/2016
3. Negative (End Of Me) 12/6/2016
4. Skydive Into Oblivion 12/8/2016
5. Endless Rope 1/2/2017
6. Porcelain Time 1/4/2017
7. Blank Canvas 1/13/2017
8. Muse 1/19/2017
9. The Royal Road 1/19/2017
10. Sweet Little Layla 1/24/2017
11. Suffocate 1/25/2017
12. Ultramarine 1/26/2017
13. An Empty Ocean 2/3/2017
14. Obbligo O Verità 2/3/2017
15. The New Atlantis 2/10/2017
16. Porcelain Dolls 12/8/2015
17. The Pop 12/8/2015
18. Ocean Of Emptiness 12/8/2015
19. The Build 12/8/2015
20. Die In The Moment 2/25/2016
21. Get A Move On! 2/25/2016
22. Snake Bite 2/25/2016
23. Driftwood 6/10/2016
24. Crowded! 6/11/2016
25. Yes Master 6/14/2016
26. Middle Of Tomorrow 9/9/2016
27. Crystal Pond 3/4/2017
28. After The Solstice 3/6/2017
29. Deep In 25 3/30/2017
30. Cascades 3/30/2017
31. Trauma Doll 3/30/2017
32. Filling The Void 3/30/2017
33. The Gaping 'whole' 4/13/2017
34. Prey On It 5/30/2017
35. Agitprop 5/30/2017
36. The July Sky Burns 5/30/2017
37. I'm Pending Doom 6/27/2017
38. Passiflora 6/28/2017
39. Passengers Side 7/8/2017
40. Shapeshifther 7/9/2017

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A Cold July

I sang so many songs in front of an audience of flaws
I broke so many skulls without laying a finger on their bones
I didn't apologize for breaking apart our family ties
I lay awake I'm out of time
Threw away my old disguise

Dearly beloved, homicide
It sure was a cold July
Dearly beloved, suicide
It sure was a cold July

There were no fireworks for me
No happiness just misery
Manufactured, it was easy
I killed off everything
I didn't apologize for tearing apart so many lives
I lay awake
Lord, please forgive! I still have a life to ...

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The Pop

The sound of the pop is when you hear your head get pulled out of your ass
Then and only then can you see life for its true beauty
Every blade of grass, every drop of dew on the leaves every microcosm dancing through an open field
Like Mikey-with shrapnel on his heels.

He watched his grandfather get pick-axed apart by cancer
It opened up a void sized hole in his chest, his insides were revealed
The same guy who used to run over squirrels for fun was sitting on the side of a bed
Trying t

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