Seth Proch Poems

There's a birds nest outside my window,
a bright white ribbon woven into it.
The tail of the ribbon is dancing in the barely present wind.
The scene takes place in a barren tree,
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The horrors of war.
The terror of the unknown.
The widespread panic.
Bombarding in such a routine fashion,
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My brother born inside a cage,
You'll die inside that place,
My brother for a summer,
The world was never yours to have,
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Waltzing through the cars,
Soaring through the stars,
Love comes flooding down,
With it comes the sound,
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You've conquered Mars, extinguished stars,
On broken wings you've broken kings,
Wretched wraith of wind and wrath,
Cosmic, sex crazed psychopath,
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His eyes burried in a novel,
She entered the room,
He awoke from his world of fiction,
Greeting her with a half hearted smile,
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The great white goat shares his worldy wisdom,
The eskimo becomes enlightened in the listening,
The dead lay at their feet,
Mother ferret flees the hand of god,
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I'm lifting my eyes from the cold concrete.
Rising over the horizon like the sunlight.
Cruising altitude has been obtained.
Don't dropp me now.
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You were just a little less than what I need,
You’re always checking to make sure you still bleed.
A fashionable obsession with manic-depression,
You’re a semi-suicidal cry for help.
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She drown before we met.
Kissing all the boys in the forest by the pond.
Life wouldn't be the same after that summer.
The roar of distant traffic.
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