David Whalen Poems

Although my dearest beloveds
Have carried with them
A goodly portion
of my love and affections
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All am I now
Is poetry

The man I used to be
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A candle… a pen
A glass of honeyed brandy
Close at hand
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Eagles now sag
Where once they
Proudly soared
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Moron tattoos and the financial benefits thereof


One should get one's kids tattooed
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Where on earth
Will my shadow go
When on this earth
My time ceases to be?
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There's no real 'way' to
Happiness…Happiness is a
A way in itself
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This Sunday morning
from my usual booth at McD's
I thought to look for something new
For which my eyes to please
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Not the man I used
to be…No more trust…
or faith
Rests inside of me
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Wan shades
of carmine and carnelian
Dying in a sunset’s
languid demise
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