Robert Burgan

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

Robert Burgan Poems

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

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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 to pump life back into the body of someone he loved
He was the ...

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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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