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Mike Funk Poem
I like tree bark
Like to climb up it
With shoes with metal spikes
And cuffs with sharp hooks
I see a bird's nest
With eggs that are blue
I count five or six
It's a robin's kin
If I fall down hard
From this mighty height
I will crush a limb
I will hold on tight
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Johnny eats pasta under soft light
He was a prize fighter with a pregnant wife
Always buys his hair tonic from the same guy
His mudda was his hero
His fadda beat him wise
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Mike Funk Poem
Whatever you do
Do not climb the last tree on earth
Because if you do
It will not let you down
And you will starve up there
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Mike Funk Poem
I folded into the dark wooden foyer
that reminded me of the church confessional when I was a boy
the images that got conjured up in there
the smell of burning incense
I lit a match then
I passed out then
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She received him like a warm bath
He felt like he just got born
What did you say
I felt like I just got born
Take off your hat
No put it back on again
No take it off again
Scrubbing their respective privates with a dry wash cloth
Fires ablaze in those nether regions now
They are spacing out on one another
There is nothing like the sound of a bird chirping
Outside the window of a stranger
To measure the weight of quiet horror
You will call me
She said that like a question
What did you say
You said that like a question
Take off your clothes
No put them back on
No take them off again
Your smell is on them
What did you say
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