Shane Markie

Shane Markie Poems

It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
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I'm walkin' in the rain
(Walkin' in the rain)

Just walkin' in the rain'
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The world spirals downward in the confines of a nautilus shell,

Its chambered abode antiquated antedilluvian hell.
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Is it easiest to scribble your life away
Or sleep it all away with booze and broads instead?
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Out of clay or living rock
I will make my brick or stone:
At the door of God I knock,
Builder whose command I own,
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People are just like
Balloon animals.

With their grand schemes and pipe dreams, they're full of
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7.

I wish I were half sober.
Instead, I'm just a drunk.

I wish I were a human being.
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If the acorn doesn't fall
Far from the tree, then
Can you tell me when
That old oak tree will
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Fell into bed this mornin'
With a curvaceous readhead

I'd met on the city bus.
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The word 'yellow' contains the word
'YELL' in it.

The word 'hello' contains the word
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When my own soul so pure and undefiled starts to sink

Beneath the polluted ocean of society's morass,
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the summer sun
a bloodshot crimson
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Just when I almost rise above it
I wallow deeper into shit
And come out smelly as a rose
With that manure 'tween my toes!
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Turkey vultures are
A healthful alternative
To beef vultures.
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goes in one
end and comes
out the other.
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18.

More often than not poets are often alone.
More often than not, poets are often unknown.
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If your daughter tastes
like burnt black chicken
Shouldn't you get a lickin'?
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Einstein ate my brain today.
Yes, Einstein chewed my skull away.
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Life Ebbed Away

It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
Pulse Club, enjoying camaraderie, the
dance floor pulsating with life,
dancers moving to syncopated music,
Latin rhythms, good will embraces,
laughter, friendships, plans for
tomorrow, flashing smiles releasing
stress in silent motions.

Then the pulse of life ended.
A man on fire came from a dark,
twisted place, methodically spraying
death, massacring our LGBT
dancers who fell like cut flowers.
Pulses died in 49 bloodied wrists,
blood pressures plunged to zero,
juices of life that would never
flow into the future stained
the sad dance floor.

Shock spread across the country,
across the world, enough grief
to last many lifetimes. Lost lives
cannot be replaced.

Orlando pulled together, offering
condolences and help. From here
we sent flor y canto, oraciones,
flowers and poems, prayers.
Left bereaved on this senseless
plain, we wondered who killed the
Golden Rule, Love Your Neighbor.

We mourn our fallen comrades, our
gay sisters and brothers, and after
grieving we march to tear down the
barricades of hate, bigotry,
prejudices. We march to tear down
walls that separate.

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