Best Garrison Poems

Come see my world where the body is found
After the feast of worms is done; come see torn apart
The life and prospects skipping rope in children's heart
The dust drizzles atop the sutured sound
And eyes litany of curtains
And eyes gluttony of mountains
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Is my soul housed
in walls of flesh, 
and my flesh, prisoner
of nature?

Where is the garrison?

I, myself am prison,
not of walls, 
but words;
to speak,
to ration,
to segregate,
is division, 
choking unity
from man,
the beast.

Alone in the New-World....

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To some, a Garrison is a strong fort
(Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort).
Or thoughts might turn to a centurion:
A leader of the many soon to come.

To Gwen and Garrett, he's the first-born son,
A joyous melding of these two in one
Small bundle: Garrett, seen in...

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Behind my sunken, shallow eyes
dissected phantoms draw themselves
and smeared perceptions comprise
a scheme to thwart the wicked spell.

Poignant screens of smoke and screams
lactate upon my lungs
where illustrations scrawl o'er dreams
of twisted eyes and cursive tongues.

And burning embers torture groans
in visual dreams like vocal hymns
the sound a...

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I will build my own garrison
With gargoyles a plenty
My troops led by Harrison
Who has the confidence of many

You cannot stop me, Mom.
I am on a mission from God.
Ice cream? It’s the bomb.
Garrison can wait he says with a nod.

After the sweet treat
He climbs up in...

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