Roger Pratz Poems

Scarlet
Her name reeks
of love
Her blood is
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Crumpled to the floor
Bleached blood doors
Too much a time
Rings beyond pale
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Not lambs for the slaughter
Just cows in a field
Safety in shelter
A comforting herd
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And so the
lightning
struck
Not once
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Water splashes
about my feet
drip
drop
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Ice cubes like
Blood
Fingers in the
Lights
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I'm stuck here
in the midle of nowhere
A dark hole that
Looms
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The world's at my door
In paper-bag scrubs
Re-wiring my doorbell
To summon baseball crickets
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Truth hurts
Like baby seals
In a buttered frying pan
Banjo land mines
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A spoonfull of gasoline
Is what gets me out
Of my meat maggot bed
All the time I
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