Maynard Hartman

He slammed the hood down,
was like a judge with a gavel.
I felt the tug of my string—
beginning to unravel.
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The best part of that day in May,
was laying on the fresh cut hay.
Breathing the fumes of meadows fruit,
I rolled around…I stained my suit.
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Show me your thing
I’m traveled and lonely
and I’ve lost my spy ring
The professor sits high
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One— is for the head, to be placed on the bed.
For that is the only way to make sure that their dead.

Two— is for the lips, to be placed with a kiss.
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A world of strife.
A battered wife.
So much to see,
this dying place is for me.
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A spirited debate, a silly argument.
Left alone now, out in the field.
The day, a beautiful display;
me and my love stranded in the hay.
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First to pull the stars,
from the sky.
Another day…
You found another way,
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she said it was a sticky thing
I laughed, it always is a tricky thing
watching as they pack away
like they’ve been on holiday
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Tumbling southward
Chasing the sun
Too Many lovers
Fighting the urge to run
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For once its brush gleans the cheek,
the lines on eyes begin to speak.
Of merriment.
Of sorrow.
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I just woke up. So dead, so cold.
A pat on the cheek, and I was told,
'Don’t worry, you’ll see. It will be nice.'
Then he placed my arms into some ice.
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…afterwards I laid back down
and spread my palms down on the ground
it wasn’t long before I found
myself inside a little dream
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I almost hid the music,
from my friends.
What did they know;
their metal was heavy
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I sat alone on a perch of stone beneath the sun
And thought about I as my neck bent back
and pitched my head up toward the sky
It reflected me back down, down to the ground
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the festival began at dusk
amidst the rings of fairy dust
beating paths the fair and mild
and joyous came from miles and miles
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We waited for the dust to settle down,
then laid some foil down on the ground.
I passed some tubes of food around.
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The traveler started to quicken his pace
as the sun was setting it began the race,
to find a place that was safe,
and otherwise…dry and small of space.
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I could see it just there, somewhere…I think.
Held in the distance, a ponderous thing, just out of reach.

An uncomfortable separation of time…and space.
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I woke up. I sat up. I looked around,
and tried to shake that awful sound,
that wafted eerily down on the shore.
The place I slept the day before.
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Hazy, Strange, Judy May
left alone, sometimes all day.
Followed the droning insect sounds
down onto the harvest mound.
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