Morgan Michaels Poems

'This thou shalt do. That thou shalt do not'.
folly, compound barbarism. Rot!
blast the leprous paw that one time wrote
the principles that war and fear begot.
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Allelulia, Lycia, al
lelulia, my prayers have been heard. Time runs
on, your beauty's power is broken, Lycia, and
still you want to play.
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Bring, cruel Mother of scurrilous
desires and you, Theban Liber and
you, leering Licentia,
back to me now the jeering ghosts of all past
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I am a wind within a cloud
That swoops low and strafes the earth
Argumentative and loud
Sputtering my three-cents worth
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In the future, no one will use their birth names-
easy enough to suppress core info,
it will give no one agita to coin personae
such a ruse now useful, even essential to survival!
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Yes, I've read the choruses from Oedipus
At Colonus and paused for a ponderous moment
As the clangorous iambs, hastening like waves,
Over hideous age, early demise pled, and to that same,
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Miggi dropped his satchel to the ground where it landed with a thud. Crouching down, he opened the flap and took out a small volume.The cover was a brownish-red that finicky people call oxblood. The page- edges were gilded at the edges. There was a water-mark on the title page. The cover, stamped on in clear, gold letters, read:

'Una Guida De Las Mariposas De Cuba'
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