Matthew Rohrer Poems

Strangers came into the apartment
walked right to the bookshelf
to spill beer on your book.
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is an imaginary flower that never fades.
The amaranth is blue with black petals,
it's yellow with red petals,
it's enormous and grows into the shape
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They learned to turn off the gravity in an auditorium
and we all rose into the air,
the same room where they demonstrated
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I believe there is something else
entirely going on but no single
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In the middle garden is the secret wedding,
that hides always under the other one
and under the shiny things of the other one. Under a tree
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There is absolutely nothing lonelier
than the little Mars rover
never shutting down, digging up
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I'm writing upside down with the space pen,
listening to the rain.
My wife is writing about the Black Death
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