Walter Burns Poems

upright man is faster than
the poles predict the easy win
and supper's ready for the thin
the fat man gets the buttered skin
...

he threw down his pen
many years ago
the keyboard
some time after that
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if, no matter how
high-te(a) ch
you get
God is backwards
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as i grow up and lose
another grey harr
owing ex period since
i cannot r.e.m embers dying
...

she criti
sized me up
smearing petals on my arm
blood flowers
...

i could read poetry all morning
on this slow moving train
that winds through the heart
of the city.
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i saw time was aware
of the gray in my hair
so i tied the cats in my life
by the tails of the moon
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after the kill
andy
calls col lect ure me
on my
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I was pushed into the world
set in motion
...

candied cherry
                chute
    the chute
a lingering kiss of crème de menthe
...