Scott J. Shepard Poems

He was a minimalist.
Like a sky without any stars,
a town busied by each our ghosts
or aims to breathe in a basin wide.
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The longhand words etched,
metallic in color
lined themselves across vertical concrete,
faces tilted,
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A ghost gone uphill bends my ear softly
whispers wearily "so help me God".

This. the construct of each institution I enter.
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If life were some digital thing,
if the world was the mainframe
and the scenery, these AGP,
peripheral processing machines.
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Even I know there are a hundred billion stars in the night sky
but you'd say perspective is an invisible concept,
no matter how many truths come to me in my dreams.
You're not as invisible as you think you are
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Stop it! Hold it right there,
I know the feeling that comes unrequited
when love is at its ends.
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Its ten o' clock mass,

a priest has an exchanging of words,
first with God, than with man,
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If I were in pain
If there was not still something
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There! The evolution of the voice
is off the ritz and springs the wire.
A trip is an anomaly to the
Metropolitan.
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We question ourselves to be
mad libs while a double blind study
fills our mouths with
blanks.
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