Morgan Michaels Poems

In a screen of gold
and aquamarine
another day bites the dust.
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The Great Yogurt Hoax? Hmmm.
Yogurt not so good for you now as you once thought-
Soon we'll be told (by the experts) that anti-oxidants
Pare years from your store of years;
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What should his poet ask of Lord Apollo
on his feast day, as the first wine
flows darkly from the bowl?
Sardegnian fructitude?
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Like linen, dipped in blood
you stripped off soiled innocence, welcomed cleanly shame,
vowed to leave behind
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My specialty is minding my own business.
I can't help it, it's a choice.
For example, I'm not really writing this.
You, mind-reader, read it, nevertheless.
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Tear from the mother her wrinkled new one
order to the front the perfect only son
drive a daughter wailing from her father's home
swear the gods no more in heaven roam
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Much can be said of the night-
its slow caravan of hours-
glyphs of chocolate smeared on wet, pink velvet;
black velvet
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Because I felt like being hypnotized
I turned the TV on, sat down,
and drank a beer in the dark
and watched all that rigged mumbo-jumbo;
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Single-sole or two by twain or threne
by threne they flail the blue-confronting-blue
which, finally, is the horizon
with their tremendous tails and gulleys of baleen
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Hear me friends
women or men
poor, endowed
by incident of race or creed-
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