Stan Petrovich Poems

This is true:
In a state of meditation
(Straight)
I left both mind and body behind
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He was a massive storm:
He was never meant for the norm;
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Someday there will be all-fire,
Fire enveloping everything;
And also someday there
Will be a consuming chill,
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i am stuck here
in some kind of walled-in pit;
had i legs & arms
i might climb out of it.
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After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
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Cations anions
Come in strange colors
Unlike fermions
That are much duller
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Wilson, Wickford and Dunne
Were gunslingers and lawmen
With a remarkable thing in common:
They all had half-brothers they needed to kill.
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Life can be a little pat,
The limp handshake of a mounebank
Who steals you blind.
Life can be a poisoned substance,
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In search of something real: to it it is nectar;
When we look for ink, paper and nomenclature;
For ours is a world of representation;
The bee's is a world of satisfaction.
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I have lost my love of mankind, for his predominance and unstable
stewardship of our inadvertently unstable planet earth;
the errors that have occurred cannot be reversed: ask the polar bear,
ask the space junk falling on our heads. Ask the dreary sun
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