W. Barrett Munn
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Polliwogs Taste Like BeerA Poem by W. Barrett MunnIf anyone is to blame it is Richard Hugo. (thanks to Ken e Bujold for editing suggestions) |
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It's OnlyA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It's only a sparrow- Words spoken with such nonchalance heedless of the miracle sitting above on the branch. The con.. |
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Stepping Inside the Cathedral in Belem, PortugalA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** For a moment you imagine you have been transformed become a diminished angel, you find yourself floating, surrounded by heavenly so.. |
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Second ComingA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** I died last night again; it didn't hurt. Slumber fell over me and I remember nothing of this world or other worlds that presum.. |
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Dogs on TV in the SnowA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Wishing they were all mine; wishing they could feel my love. Wishing beside me is my wife, loving them too but we.. |
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The Sunday Morning ShowA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Same old saying same old. Same tie as last guy. Lady looks disgusted, aloof speaks like one of the guys in the gro.. |
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(A-43) Nighttime RobbersA Poem by W. Barrett Munnre-titled |
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Some Say, Some Say SelmaA Poem by W. Barrett Munn***Four cheap black plastic Bic penslying on my kitchen table/writing deskhave run dry one by one, now worthlessnot even useful as kindling or for rec.. |
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Southern HospitalityA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** It was a last week of June sweatshop evening, and lording over us a black-haired 3X white shirt sweat stained starched collar. .. |
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WhistleA Poem by W. Barrett Munn*** Missing is a madness that transforms sadness into longing. Missing is the kiss of a sister the day your mother died. .. |
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