Short Comstock Poems

the stearn bear
ate the bull
as meat unto idols
    (the idle mammals
              of mammon
         on fence road)
the bags of king Midas filled
 as offense rose
the comstock lode
                         dropped
bovines into stockyards
and the slaughterhouse rules
 (u.s.) Pavlovian fools...

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I can feel it,
becoming in me.
Growing inside.
Birthing the new
me. The old 
one is dead.
Renewed from
the very source.
living life,
with a new force.
Through a
living death
I found life.
Finding peace
amongst the
strife.
I’ve found a 
burning fire.
an unconditional
desire. I have 
found a place,
now that I 
have found
my saving 
grace. 




October 27th, 2000
Sarah Comstock...

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Reaching out, feeling like 
I’m on the other side.
But still smiling through
the tears I’ve cried.
But now I’m finding myself,
the one I had put on a shelf.
So many questions beg
for me to answer.
The why’s form a constant 
rhythm like a dancer.
And yes it is true,
I no longer live for you.
This time I go my own way.
And I’ll get over you
Starting today.












Sarah Comstock
4-1-2001...

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Across the floor we glide.
You and I, our bodies collide.
The magic sizzled in the air.
Only you and I and the stars were there.
We could of continued forever,
If not for the stroke of midnights endeavor.
And midnight stole away with my fairytale.
Leaving me here to remember, our farewell.
Longing for you and the night before.
Because for you I will always 
Be left wanting more.



Sarah Comstock
7/4/1998...

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