Frank Witte Poems

Sizzling desert sand,
I talk,
heat of a wasteland,
I walk.
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Suppose I would swim across the Atlantic
and tiger my way through Virginia's antics,
West-Virginia and Ohio's romantics
I will pass
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Separation can be measured to a certain degree
by the total number of humans between you and me.
And as sociologists say this is hardly more than seven
it seems just a short path that leads straight to heaven.
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I had chosen my bag
I had packed my things
and leaving I sensed the drag
of memory, past's belongings
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July left desolation,
modes of transfiguration,
skin to metal parts.
Abandonned knight in armor,
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We all have several parts to play,
irrespective who authors the script.
In my mind I have so much to say,
words, babbles, surging feelings and wit.
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From Episode I I even love Jar Jar Binks
although many out there think he stinks.
But he actually made my daughters laugh
and that for me is already almost enough.
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There you stand and wonder
did it come from here or yonder?
Would love submit to the laws of nature
moulded into some unknown alloy?
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I stood paralyzed, silly, in Covent Garden
listening to that old song of Neil Young.
In a few years I 'll know what I've begun
only after I've seen where we are then.
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No Expectations;
No Revelations.
Domestification
of my heart left unpaired.
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