Morgan Michaels Poems

Now I will tell you how the will of man
is like a wave striking a stone-
a thing in-between
wave and stone
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Solvent at last and gone to where
even creditors fear to go
Morgan Michaels slumbers here-
that some may sing and some may curse
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It's chilly. Behind the blind (if we could view it)
the sky's a murky midnight blue
and cirrhus-streaked, with few
if any, stars shining through it;
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Up front the cabbie
cussed at someone but
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Life, the great charade,
offers no guarantees
to expectations,
so, have them-by all means
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Blood floods the stage, the proscenium,
drowns the pit and, hand over fist,
seeps up the center curtain.
'It's only tragedy', applaud the gods
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'I am He (said he)
who always denies.
Wheresoe'er I go, disaster multiplies:
I 'just say nay' advise-
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You, Andromache, who fed the river with your tears
and knew your grief reflected in the flood,
It's you this mock-Simois reminds me of
meandering along the
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Paris may change- my heart cannot!
Shiny new palaces, annexes, blocks,
All for me become preposterous allegory
Making my memories heavy as rocks.
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