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Mitchell
Poems
Sep 2011
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Death looks at his reflection in the mirror
Weeping tears of sulfuric ash
"You were never given a childhood old boy!"
I suppose
They are right
Humanize one's worst and only true fear
The release
After the storm
A place where sanity can only be reached
Through this work
And the work after that
And hopefully
The work after that and that
Plays are written for the penny loafers of penny pinchers
And a step is memorized
For its imbalance
And blasphemy
When I hear the church bells ringing
And the organs echoing like light missiles
I know the stuff
Is getting worse
How many heads are within this place?
How many mad men truly have a case?
The windows are chuckling for they have seen all
Even the pictures blush as they hang upon the wall
Meek
&
Maneuvering
For their own
******
Sake
Tables are cleaned for the next round
Of grub shovers
When her mouth voices love
I try to believe
That it is
Enough
Enough to satisfy
The greedy game
Of feigned liberty
We try
And we'll try
Again and again
And
So on
Written by
Mitchell
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