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Best Poems Written by Mike Lef

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9 Am Reaming

You’d like to tell them,
those middle management flunky
shove it up your ass, &
maybe you should’ve
told them!

But then you remembered
Kline.
He told them, just that!
More balls then brains.

They crucified him,
like Christ
but,
he never did come back
after three days…….

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Eddie Jr On Eddie Sr

Says, the old man begs him 
each time he visits him at 
the nursing home, to put a pillow 
over his face while asleep help end 
his suffering,

but he watches too many C.S.I spin-offs
on t/v ,  
and the old guy’s just not worth the attention..

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Scent of Florida

Don’t wanna go down there wait for death 
comfy & warm in the dead of winter, 
be able to walk around in shorts & tee shirt
or worst scenario. 
A light jacket and long pants on their so called 
‘cold days’,  seventy to seventy four degrees.

Seeing what I saw those few weeks there 
on vacation,
is gonna take a whole other lifetime 
to forget.

Don’t wanna live with the living dead,
be shown pictures of their grandchildren
every time you turn around, sit down
enter another room,

grandmas with their recently deceased 
husband’s memories still fresh in their minds 
or close to dead ones stored in 
nearby convenient to get to nursing homes,

all smelling like I remember my mom smelling.


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Silent Man

He nods at his wife of forty years, 
twist face points gestures.
Why speak, 
why speak at all?

Hasn’t it all been 
said before?

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Valentine Day At School

In school, well
at least until the
middle of middle school,
we’d exchanged
Valentine's Day cards.

Even if you were like me
you were bound to come
home with a few cards.

Not that I was Quasimodo,

but I knew my place
in the pecking order,
as those who handed me
a card
'no doubt knew theirs'.

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Miss Wilson

Took Miss Wilson away
she was dead for over a month,
smell at came from her house
ten time worst then a skunk.

There was a crowd in front of her house
noisy neighbors and some passer-by's.
They carried her out in a black zipper bag
not a tear from any ones eyes.

Whose gonna miss Miss Wilson?
Not a soul from what I could see.
They all left when the show was over.
When there was nothing left for them to see.

The police they went back to protecting
the firemen who knocked down her door.
They all went back to the living
and Miss Wilson ain't living no more.

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How Did He Know

He was right.
It was me, he was describing
watching TV bills piled up
living paycheck to paycheck.

How did he know?
I wasn't lazy
just needed guidance motivation,
someone to show me.
How to make a million
without leaving my house.

How did he know?
I was ready
to have operators standing by,
four easy payments
all major credit cards accepted
thirty days to examine in my home.
If not completely satisfied,
money back minus shipping & handing
would be the last straw
to break this camel's back !

How did he know?
My wife would be asleep
and couldn't stop me this time.
How did he know?
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Heaven

When we're not fighting 
in-between fights
we're loving each other 
most of those nights
but when we start throwing 
knocking things down.
It's best that you call first 
before you come around 
cause if caught in the middle 
of one of our wars.
with the banging 
slamming 
and closing of doors. 
You’re bound to get hurt
survivors are rare
though in-between fights.
It's like heaven here.

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I’ve Become My Father

I look in a mirror and see the old man,
I was told was there from fourteen years old.

I’ve become my father,
eyeglasses in every room so as not to waste
precious time searching for them.
Newspaper and magazine articles stored in boxes
never to be looked at again.

Poetry thoughts, written on the backs of books, 
scraps of paper, most times.
Unable to be deciphered even by me
once I get around to it. 

I’ve become my father,
six pills a day, caffeine-free coffee,
egg substitute, unable to work, new gadgets,
rambling on, and on, and on.

Quietly waiting for death, of which
I’m not afraid of anymore.

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What Took Me To Twelve

I found you in a garbage can, a Playboy magazine 
took you home.
Went in the back way, then snuck you up to my
bedroom.

And you were the sun and the moon rolled into one,
better than Margaret next door, who’d leave
her blinds open, but was as flat as a boy.

And I’d take you out every day to look at,
always each time finding another reason to show
exactly what you meant to me, then.

When I was finished with you, hid you
under my mattress, or on top of the bathroom
drop ceiling for those special dates before
I'd shower.