Morgan Michaels Poems

Now I'm really up a creek
Without a paddle, dear,
For I prefer your Ding An Sich
To any Noumen here
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Sorry, can't just now.
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It was the first of January-
a clear, dry, hyper-absorbent day.
Sunshine streamed in through the windowpane.
As the strains of a symphony waned
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which do you like best?
the shrill ascent from the floating station?
arching a path unseen,
but guessed with breathless expectation?
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Insures no outcome.
No, but you know outcome due
To nothing you didn't do.
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You're a dear man, Larry,
I'm glad to be your friend
And, we two, alone, it's a merry
Christmas I'm wishing you- why not?
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Peace. Desireable
Yet by definition, brief
And within itself containing
Seeds of its own dissolution,
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Sure, there is Proust's madeleine
that, bitten, conjured times gone by-
but as my spoon clinks the flanks
of this mug of mid-day brew-
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So, you see a wolf, fanged and gray,
with emerald eyes (you say) red chops and shiny nose
where I've sketched a rabbit
with pink eyes and nose
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It was a day like any other
in a month so cold my laptop froze.
Again I heard my lawyer's voice demand
'Call me'- citing a number
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