Martin Lochner
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elegy for my first love 1987A Poem by Martin LochnerDebra Roberts This is full pulsing with every breath in reading it, with every heartbeat on each syllable. |
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Nature PoemsA Poem by Martin Lochnerthree poems |
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grand centralA Poem by Martin Lochnerafter Ezra Pound |
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Metro expressA Poem by Martin Lochnerit does not change the faces of children, looking out of broken windows while the train passes to the suburbs |
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On hotrod bendA Poem by Martin Lochnertarmac despair |
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Little Apple rollingA Poem by Martin Lochnerfloating high in your deep, manhole fancies in daisy coloured skies of lollipop meth |
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the boothA Poem by Martin Lochnershe is with him |
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CongoA Story by Martin LochnerClickety- clickety clack the iron wheels were singing on the rail. |
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The Romantic collection :03 poemsA Poem by Martin LochnerAyn Rand - Anthem, 1946 - I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. |
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the explanationA Story by Martin LochnerI had a horrific day at your shopping mall and found that your stated ‘convenience policy’ is bollocks. |
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