Oh to want
Sneakers that light up
And Santa Claus
And fireworks…
Oh to see
A giraffe for the first time
Or a lion
Or penguins…
Oh to be excited
By snow
And snow angels
And snow men…
Oh to ride a trike
Wearing nothing
But Hawaiian lais
And Mardis Gras
Beads…
Oh to have a birthday
With birthday cake
And candles…
Oh to live...
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Sugar
Copyright 2023 by Michael Walker
She wore a yellow sundress
With flowers on the hem
She said her name was Amber Lee
And could I be her friend?
I was drunker than the Middle Ages
Falling on the bar
And so with little small talk
I stumbled to her car
Where she said Sugar Sugar
Buy me something sweet.
We rode out to the...
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Smitten
Copyright 2023 by Michael Walker
I met her in high school
She was working at Aldi's
And it didn't take long
'Til we were smitten
We'd drive down to Piedmont
Where there was a stone quarry
And we kiss in the moonlight
We were so smitten
Now I'd like to know
Where we are today
And I'd like to know
Who I am tonight...
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When I see you again
It'll be spring I hope my little one
You'll be wearing that dress that you wore
When we met in the sun
When I see you again
History will be the green in the trees
And you'll smile
And put me at my ease
When I see you again
We'll go sit by the creek like we did
And you'll...
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Four hours
Are too long
Four years
Are too
Short…
I have gone
From Time
To
Future time
And I have gone
From Time
To
Past time
And I have gone
Carrying my own time
Like some trinket
For the natives…
I have gone to
Many strange islands
Their sands
Surrounded
By the
Machinery
Of Time.
Ten hours
Are too long
Ten years
Are too...
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Baby Brains
Is going insane
In a cloister
Far from a
Border town
Baby Brains
Reads
Wind in the Willows
Just like her mother
Used to
She's the ghost
In her pillow.
Baby Brains
Still believes
In courtly love
Knights and lovely ladies
As the trucks go
Rushing by her.
Baby Brains
Stares in her mirror
And there's no one there
Any more
No one...
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The Feral Poet
(Copyright 2023 by Michael S Walker)
I have become
The Feral Poet
Son of
Barbaric Yawp
Son of Jeffers
And Bukowski
And going mad
Nonstop.
I have become
The Feral Poet
Without Canon
Or School
Matriculating in
Bars and warehouses
Far away from the well-to do.
I have become
The Feral Poet
Living in a hole
Living on scraps
Of notebook paper...
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Suits in the clouds
Order boots
On the ground
Pristine
Suits
Bloody
Boots
The entire History
Of why
We're
Around
Suits in the clouds
Boots
On the ground