Poems by patrick

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  • When I finally walked into God, I found out he was...
    That God of the holocaust who heaps silent...

  • A wisp of mist, like smoke rising from the virgin...
    Dawn and me on the move...

  • Guns (3)

    GUNS
    What is it about people with guns...

  • Blind fold in place
    Hearing aid on my bed side table...

  • We punt with what we have, no more
    What can we do...

  • Here in this deep silent place
    I meet myself again...

  • Have you ever seen the proof of dishonest money...
    Easy come easy go...

  • My dreams prick like a needle in the groin.
    Phallus! now dangles like the ash on a spent...

  • You cannot scratch an itch before it itches
    That is an obvious observation...

  • My life is at the tipping point.
    Between ethics and my personal truth lies a...

  • Let me scratch the maggots out of the pie
    Put a rock at the door...

  • Flying low scrawling like so
    Unplugged [no hearing aid] but totally connected...