Scott Stevenson Poems

what will happen
is what will happen
what will live
will someday die
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the south of it, quick and
dangerous,
ruined up to streetlamps cold as ice
make it slower than,
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cold boat, we sail it
fresh white sails for it
let me say that
it's so good to see you're thinking of me
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like an angel lost at sea
like a swan that swallows a diamond ring
like the gracious exit of dreams from the mind
a cold, quiet mind and a whisper to heaven
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break my firm establishment
in two blinks of two sore pouring eyes
that've seen enough perfidy lately
like kicking a sand castle,
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a moment in passing up the tender mercy
while sheets of iron guard the hall's
empty branch of government
a hinge on fused frosted dead parts
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let a man believe in his body
let a man live free
for his own gain
let him make scenes, changes, and mistakes
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is it me that eventually drops,
for days or weeks of sour news
yes
I've been hit, too close to focus and regain my footing,
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go on, because you must. because you want to,
you can, you will, and I'm not
on your shoulders.
go ahead. munch on a dead cigarette
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black and white stripes
this is nothing to bother your night sky
deep in those sugar blue eyes
around in a field while you're never alone
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