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The Man in the Mirror (pfp)
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
Petrarchan sonnet in blank verse
(A-90) Pavlov in Tight Jeans
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** Today it's the dentist to take two teeth - the bone being prone to collapse. One tooth, on the bottom, in..
The Meaning of Thirteen and a Flower
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** To a boy of thirteen, church means pencil, your best buddy beside you playing hangman on the borders of a bulletin. H..
Wild Things in Gangs
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** A tomato plant sprouted in my driveway between two slabs of concrete nearest the house. Little yellow flowers ..
The Hoarder Next Door
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** (after Dorothy, who lived across the street) I couldn't watch after the rocks and the eight new-born kittens all went ..
Evolution of Pattern Recognition, 1959
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** A grandmother arches her wrist, snips fabric into various shapes and sizesthat match the paper patterns attached; a new dress for a g..
On Thinking About Science
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** (after T.S. Eliot) If we observe carefully. If we're careful. If by careful observation we mean obsession with accurac..
Writers in the Attics
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** (after Charles Bukowski) There is a lonely laggard living inside me, so tiny as to be invisible, sometimes living in my h..
Sacrificing Marbled Meats
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** Why isn't marbled meat round? The white stuff is the fatted calf sliced into cook-sized chunks grown up. The sizzle co..
Liaison of Ideas
A Poem by
W. Barrett Munn
*** If not for malaise I could have liaised with the squid to keep calamari off the menu. Poor folk eat cray..
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