W. Barrett Munn
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(A-50) Disappointing Fragrance of RosesA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** These roses stink. A dozen in two different shades of yellow; they mock with their sticky sweet breath, roses I bought.. |
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Uninvited GuestA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Well f**k. I really thought we'd get through winter without winter showing up, an uninvited guest to our backyard .. |
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In a Fog in LondonA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** When you travela twistedpath, howmuch unwindingdo you need, how many songs do you sing off key hoping to be .. |
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Whose Track is That?A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** That is the track of a word. The poet knelt and felt the earth. Hasn't been gone long. Whether to follow depe.. |
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MumurationA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** The starlings touch the end of the sky and rise, a thunderhead rolling upwards, a storm that collapses back .. |
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modern haikuA Poem by W. Barrett Munnhaiku |
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To Carry OnA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** after Blood, Sweat, and Tears This place is no placefor beginners,cliff’s too highand sea too shallow. This place i.. |
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The Problem of Winter SaltA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***after Richard III My physician says no salt for me not while I lie in this hospital bed under his care-- why shoul.. |
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Ghosts on a Peninsula not NearbyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Reading Seamus and Seamus sayshe drivesaroundthepeninsulawhen ideas flee. I can’t follow his path. What poet can af.. |
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My Apartment Building Just Blew Up; Is it the 4th ..A Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Why waste our precious anti-rocket rockets and try to shoot down shooting stars from Mars? Is this some computer game of chicken.. |
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