Mark E Webster Poems

Sometimes

A ship's wake, tree bark, the smell of mushrooms, and dreams.
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Before you,
I was an empty outline
Made of skin,
Now,
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My Perfect Moment

Is it now?
Was it then?
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How much do you bend and wane,
Change from you to you or
Stay the same?
The same mass of molecules, no.
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I can't believe you're leaving me
Don't know why you have to go
Sun's falling down to the west of me
Moon's got that soft solemn glow
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Dear Life

This flimsy sheet lies heavy on my skin.
Much laboured is
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Art

What wakes you in the night
before the course of sleep is through?
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Drink

Sometimes I like a drink.
I take a sip or two,
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Are you looking at me?
Are you looking at me?
Are you seeing me?
For who I am or what I am?
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Rickety from this bed I rise;
Cataracts and fear fall from my eyes,
As I, now loose limbed, ease myself into the world.
Vistas of finite possibility unfurl
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