Walt Ostrander Poems

I.

In all sight touch taste smell
I have known you.
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Concerning Our Weary Limbs
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It was called red; it was
Beautiful.
Vehement softenings upon such
Strands of life did Her terms of endearment
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As existence is a tapestry
So have I begun
(And ended)
With colors of and of not
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Violins market themselves
To the illustrious depressive culture of
Irregular devils
And the staccato signals
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I thought of a story
One that I’ve had in the back of my mind as long as I can remember,
In the most definitive sense of the phrase.
I thought of a story of a human who thought of a story
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Timetimetimetime
Makes red of orange and eats into black holes
Like apples into teeth
Unfinished undone unrefined unstuck unfun
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Falselyaccused
Tealeaves saoked
Timidly in the morning
Fountain.sequestrated
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Throwing as if sinking
Like methylethylflotsamjetsam
Boiling yellow liquid
Smells of death and malted
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i kiss this little Spring’s
finger be
cause it is Green like
so many
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