Jan Sand Poems

He wanted you obedient.
You would not demand.
“You would be happier.”, he said
With a dismissive wave of his hand.
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There is, down deep inside of me,
The engineer who makes my engine go.
He pulls my pulleys, spins my gears to see
Me run, to manipulate me, fast and slow.
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Smugly squatting on it=s hairy butt,
It=s green tipped sprout pointed to the ceiling,
Blithely unaware of my desire to cut,
Which I must do, I knew, without feeling -
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Bubbleheads with double heads
Come down in flying frying pans.
They sleep in teams in double beds
And watch TV for Charlie Chans..
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There was an old lady
Who lived in a boot.
She kept a green lizard
That had a green snoot.
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Come! Let's gather blueberries
In the garden of the deads
Where grandmommas and grandpappas
Rest their old gray heads.
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What hookwords must I fashion
To jam into the guts of my mind
And so, with straining tendons
Pull out the flowers and
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Across the bathroom mirror,
Flapping in neat duplicates,
The soft gray moth,
Banging head to image head,
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Stone finger
Capped in stainless steel
Points at passing clouds
To say, 'Look here! '
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What will be the dreams
Of our children's children's children?
They will be told
How we took the green Earth
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