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with dawn the sun besieged the earth

A Poem by Mike Melanson

with dawn the sun besieged the earthto stir the weary to their feet,and faced but once again with birththey contemplate what waits to greetthem in eme..

the traditions of time should be convicted of Trea..

A Poem by Mike Melanson

On three-day-weekend, holiday breaks baby-boom daddies grillin' up nitrates and steaks in traditions assigned upon tragedy -this social terrain's ha..

this is a very tiny poem

A Poem by Mike Melanson

this is a very tiny poem,in a very tiny bookand when someone askshow i wrote such small words,i'll tell them that iused a very tiny pen.

these words aren't here for you no more

A Poem by Mike Melanson

these words aren’t here for you no morethese words just won’t belongto someone, to what was beforeit all just went so wrong �"..

there once was a once

A Poem by Mike Melanson

there once was a once,once a someone was there,where there once was a something,a something not hereand this someone somebody,with a somesomeone elsew..

the time is a-comin' and the time has a-went

A Poem by Mike Melanson

This is written a la Bob Dylan's "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie". It's about Poughkeepsie, NY.

the fine line between cappuccinos and cafe au lait..

A Poem by Mike Melanson

i met a girl at the barand we talked for hours, getting drunk in early afternoonmentioning colleges and indiscriminations.i felt predictable when you ..

sorry is a second-hand pair of pants

A Poem by Mike Melanson

sorryis a second-handpair of pants,half a jugcheap table wine,sorryway to saynothing at all, everythingin betweenportrait and pillowcasehere,have the ..

sometimes smiles

A Poem by Mike Melanson

sometimes smilestest the deeper waterslike pointed toesin early summer swimming

you bring me back like simple smells

A Poem by Mike Melanson

you bring me backlike simple smellsof playdough and axle greaseunderneath fingernails