robert dickerson


robert dickerson Poems

321. The Blinding Of Polyphemus 2/17/2011
322. A Realistic Love Poem From Middle Age 11/21/2010
323. Pomeranian 10/13/2011
324. Bus Poem 11/15/2010
325. 2 A.M. Lullaby 12/26/2010
326. A Charm 7/17/2011
327. Lament 12/1/2010
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Lament

the snow falls on my fathers' bed
on the foot
on the head
the snow falls on my fathers' bed
all the night and morning long

my fathers' bed is in the ground
his sleep is deep
his sleep is sound
my fathers' bed is in the ground
na will he soon awaken

his earthly day was not so long
but thirty year
or very near
his earthly day was not so long
the reason more to mourn him

the devil took him by the hand
and turned him on
to heroin
the devil took him by the hand
and that is why he's gone

softly on the dreaming land
sifts...

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Mice

I have seen them and heard them
Creeping, scurrying across the floors
And in the corners
By night-the lonely foraging they do:
Frightening to a poor
Solitary sleeper and dream reaper.
But they must eat, too.

So long as they be mice

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