Morgan Michaels Poems

what if you built a tree-house
and suddenly the supporting
branches of your airy aerie
disappeared-vanished quite
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Gulped from the hand by the mouth
engulfed by the gut
spilled to the blood,
the heart clenched its fist, while the brain
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Man of the world, I pass
the carosals of gold and silver chain
glittering stones for crushing
earrings and finger rings
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All joy is short-lived
all contentment spends itself,
beauty flees,
loath to show itself
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Without an ounce of sentiment,
a kiss, a tear, a brush
of the hand, a backward glance;
then, in princely laughter
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With you, all secrets end.
Each in turn sweeps over,
breaks on your pedestal,
falls to seething;
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