Best Fitzsimons Poems

I see sun,
I see sorrow,
Mingled on the floor,
A cracking egg, a knocked door,
Mangled wealth and poor.

I hear sound,
I sometimes smell it,
Synesthesia knows not whence,
A response...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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In fact, at first, 
By fiction’s thirst,
To thrust my sight in curse,
‘Tween nurse and verse,
For better, for worse,
At least I can rehearse.

Before the former:
A stench...

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Death to you, the same to me,
As conscious is to soul:
Undefined yet understood
In broken words “to be.”

Science seeks to word, the other,
Self, but not the...

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I’m with you,
I’m without when not.

That’s how much you’ve become.
Plastered fabric enmeshed into me.
Like drywall, yet to crack, but firm and white.

Bare bones make us...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run,...

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Mangled words and arcane diction,
Are in fact my fiction,
Artifacts: predilections, for attention and prediction....

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I smell like pencils in September.
After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags,...

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Off-beat pulse, echoed heart to part,
Separate slime of sweating art.

Body but a corpus, corporal careless muck,
Limbed flubber army legs lashing ‘gainst the yuck.

Mind but memory...

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A genie's lamp cannot compare,
To smoke awoken from my breath,
Slithered out in ancient swear,
Unshackled life from sudden death.

Hear me now in brazen bond,
Bow to me,...

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Density of orchestral tones,
Uilleann pipes,
Stride along tense and undulant waves,
Ripping the past into view.

Heat lightening licks my peripheral,
With each droplet of sweat from my forehead,
As...

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By criss-cross catalysis,
Pillaged from memory—from pill.
Paralysis of analysis:
Stuck inside, and outside still.

Eyes locked,
No sign,
Neck straight, head cocked,
Eye-socket lined,
Long curved spine.

Focus inside outer locus,
A junk of...

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From the ashes of the never before, 
Lacking symbol, nor take to guide,
A Phoenix rises from storied lore,
In a portent of thrashing hide. 

Trumpets are...

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At last,
Education stood to teach.

Acres of agonizing memory.
Hectares of Hecate,
Tripling in advance of nonsense.

Peering round and round in vertical cylinders.

Spun web-less in a lore of...

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Sundry torrents ask me for nonsense,
Veiled cloaks hovering in cinnabar sunsets, 
Hovering evenly in evening’s evanescence.

Nostalgia reaping neurons from presence,
So stress rapes neurons from futures,
Plans...

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