robert dickerson Poems

the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
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Why, lowing dove, do you crouch alone
feeding your chant to the ear of night
blending your complaint with diesal drone
freezing your tail in the imminent light
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My lucky charm. I've lost you
for good, in the pleats of this sandy beach,
for where yesterday you slid from my shoe
the greedy waves now reach.
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Rheumy, achy day
planes of dull green
eclipsing dull reds
there and here scrapes of blue, a
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Cute, little fella
hoodie-clad red
and that collar
so rhinestoneful;
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I gave my new love flowers-
sleek adolescence
of tulips from California
purple-virginal
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Discoid, huge, shining like the sun
redder, though, and far more irritated
shocking to see, pulsing, infiltrated,
starred with veins and veins,
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Halfway 'round the world and more
huffing and puffing, I have come
and stretched myself along this pier
to slumber in the morning sun.
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Richly stained with wine and gin
We are Auden's slippers
Ashes crumble on our toes
And sometimes something viscid
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