Stan Petrovich

Someday there will be all-fire,
Fire enveloping everything;
And also someday there
Will be a consuming chill,
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This is true:
In a state of meditation
(Straight)
I left both mind and body behind
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After a 100-day drought
Wringing the patience from everybody's pores,
The rain finally enshrouded the concrete city;
Strange hungry plants invaded odd corners,
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He was a massive storm:
He was never meant for the norm;
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Wilson, Wickford and Dunne
Were gunslingers and lawmen
With a remarkable thing in common:
They all had half-brothers they needed to kill.
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Life can be a little pat,
The limp handshake of a mounebank
Who steals you blind.
Life can be a poisoned substance,
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In search of something real: to it it is nectar;
When we look for ink, paper and nomenclature;
For ours is a world of representation;
The bee's is a world of satisfaction.
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I have lost my love of mankind, for his predominance and unstable
stewardship of our inadvertently unstable planet earth;
the errors that have occurred cannot be reversed: ask the polar bear,
ask the space junk falling on our heads. Ask the dreary sun
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For you, my sweet;
an apple in your mind's eye;
a strudle in lieu of a pie.
We would, if we could,
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i am stuck here
in some kind of walled-in pit;
had i legs & arms
i might climb out of it.
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Cations anions
Come in strange colors
Unlike fermions
That are much duller
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Grandiose, spread-eagled, he is lofted from the window
Only for his head to bond in a pool of blood
-Never ming the five kids in the blowing snow-
This man's last act was a thud.
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Boneless beasts
Whose life is no more
Than a wabble in the succulence of plankton,
Far below light,
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Ask why, if the maple trees get nervous
As the dry winds of October strip their leaves
And all are lost,
Do they fret?
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Cloud Nine lived a life of fantasy,
Barely conceding the existence of Cloud Eight,
Who felt jealousy for Cloud Seven's
Silver lining,
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A girl, a horse, a blinding beauty:
How many hands, feet, ankles
Did my roaming limbs do duty?
Further anatomy would surely rankle.
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the bleeding baby seals
feeding the inuit are unimportant
the brokenlegged horse
lying & dying in the field at night
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It is so stupid & sad
that 'poets' feel
that if only they invoke the word
God
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the needles
it is a city in california
named after desert peaks that fly upwards
and pierce the cloudless sky
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Interfering, yet definable
The dust covers my eyes.
I once saw brightly,
But now it seems I am always in the shade,
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