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Featuring the works of Glen Graves
by Glen Graves
For that one's legs,
Only in those nylons,
Only in those pumps,
Did I want her.
For that one's breasts,
Their soft assertion
In that dress,
One time was enough.
For that one's mind,
Red sublime lips of wit,
I stayed and gamed
One night
For this one's heart,
Which makes this woman whole,
I remain.
by Glen Graves
Smothering sadness turns my face to the sky.
Behind the blue is where mommy's in joy.
Gramma told me.
Gramps said it's black that high.
Just like airplanes that drone across real far
With white tails,
They all went away with groans.
Old words say gone's fine,
But cartoons show me bones.
Now brother leaves to ride his bike.
Daddy,
Who hardly talks,
Says stay outside.
Smothering sadness turns my face to the dirt.
I hammer little black ants,
And make them gone too.
by Glen Graves
It was my plan to play at bein' a man,
To get away
To write,
So I packed up all my campin' gear,
And headed for the remotest site.
Well it's very clear there ain't no man sittin' here
As I start to lose the light,
And I'm in despair at how alone I got,
So deep in the woods tonight
I hear each sound,
Keep turnin' around,
Starin' at nothin' but the dark.
Even the sound of my jaw on my collar
Nearly stops my heart.
What about those folks picked up by UFOs?
Or Bigfoot so close tonight?
Man--these fears loose inside my head
Make a scrappin' bear a delight.
But I'll foil the Devil
(Sorry--nothin' against yuh!)
With the .44, .22, hatchet and knife,
And anything comes a buggin' me--
Well I guess I'll set things right.
Ever cold and staring at
Diamond dust set in black
Until the deepest
Profound blue.
Coffee's brewin'
As I greet the sun.
My limbs are still on tight.
And though I didn't write worth a damn,
Hell--
I was a man last night!
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