Ted Sheridan Poems

Sometimes the living will haunt you
Much like the dead
Entering your tranquil mind
Just when you believe all memory erased
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I was admiring the clean car this morning before it rained
With my newspaper in hand I paused momentarily to notice its beauty
My wife had cleaned it yesterday; from vinyl top to rubber bottom
The windows were spotless and the upholstery was polished
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Oh how we tend to wish ourselves
Such extraordinary pain
With our naïve failure to recognize Love,
And all of the heartaches it brings
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Ted is dead
We just received the apologies
For any disruption in communications
That may have occurred
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he is a buffoon
with the head and body
of a baboon
he rapes his prey
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We look inside ourselves for the answers to her questionable behavior
Because twenty is too young to be so old and too old to still be innocent
But because we love her we try to understand that which cannot be understood
Lies and untruths abound whenever she is around
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Just the other day I had felt like dying. My life was tired and old.
My white shoes were grass stained and reeking of bad poetry.
The mower was being held in contempt by the gas can
and both had just been informed of the higher cost of oil;
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Milady winked at him; two of her remaining teeth
falling from the dark space of her oral cavity.
Her eyes, rotten with crab apple schnapps and gin,
they all drank like sailors, been put ashore for ten.
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With his left hand
he slowly raises
his finely cut crystal glass
filled with a most expensive bourbon
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There are those gentle sleepy suicidal dreams
from which you can never awaken reborn.
Embedded like soft gelled inserts
in the soul of a favorite pair of shoes,
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