Arthur Weil Poems

Robbed of my childhood,
Bundled in smelly rags,
Humiliated to the lowest ebbs of Hell,
Stiffened with fright
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I cry no more, those wet salty tears
Instead my humble old body seriously celebrates
Each day, so welcome, like each pendant on a gold chain
Sparkles, rings, amuses, entices,
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Frigid, almost frozen, the stiff lay there
Ashen skin
Dead
In the alley behind the trash
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I am in the pressure cooker of life
Can you please turn the flame down
I am cooking
Ready to blow up
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Shall I donate my organs
So another human can see through my eyes?
Kidneys pump,
Liver, gets rid of toxins and God knows what
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Much of my life is camouflage
in secret - isolated cocoon
Deep contemplation
Self-deluding?
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Words, sound bites echo into ears
Receptive, digested, recorded, distorted
Quick reflective: "No, no, I disagree! "
I retort: "but it's real, don't you see! "
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There isn't a silent second
That adds up to
A silent minute
Which adds up to be a noisy hour
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I'm mesmerized; the rush of foamy ocean wave
Stare at the horizon; tip toe so deep, so brave
Dare tread deeper on the rocks and shells
Suddenly to my neck a salty brew now wells
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Pity the poor slob
Who waddles like a dragged dog
Head bowed to the pavement
A gray, jagged, worn-out jacked
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