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�The Moon Belongs To America�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
You travel endlessly around the world And you can nearly speak every language You buy all the trinkets that are dead cheap Only to sell them to..
�The Sky At Night�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
When the moon is high and it's allowed to shine bright The highway of the stars are silver in their light The sky is sometimes clear considering t..
�Adios Kansas�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
A hand falls by the waist side Police approach the pavement wide Cats run for the safety of a parked car And underneath they hide A heart fail..
�Tom Is Not My Friend�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
To look at my space You’d think that I was perfect People send me good vibes and messages They flip through my photos They trust my opinio..
�Betamax�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
You make me feel the 6 foot man that I am You make me 9 inches more than I first appear You are the plans for successful building You are the fou..
�Here On Earth�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
My sisters used to dance the dance of freedom But then husbands came along and made them forty year old cleaners They don’t understand the..
\"Half Full\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The tingle of a touch That ripples through the hairs on an arm Those smooth arms now resemble chicken skin They giggle and smile A shudder of an..
�The Train Tracks�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
A midnight train slips quickly through the countryside Bleeding it’s way all along and onwards Past famous landmarks and known map symbols ..
�To The Ecology�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Sip, sip goes down the wine Seems to numb whatever it was opened for And the birds zigzag dart high above our heads They’re unaware of what..
�Shadow People�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
You deal with the innards of machines I love and hate the human emotions You may think you see me out of the corner of your eye- The part where t..
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