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Cooper Fitch Poem
I started reading again
Bukowski
the lonesome, alcoholic bastard
I moved back into my parents house recently,
if only for a time.
And I started reading again
and drinking
And then more drinking
and less reading
Until I was drunk
every night
Watching TV and
feeling real loathsome
My girlfriend and I aren't talking right now,
but I am writing this
I guess one could call that progress.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2018
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Cooper Fitch Poem
She is a goddess
and I am but a mere mortal,
I fear perhaps it is too late.
Perhaps I have ruined my chances
by acts of tongue.
She is a goddess as she moves in
her tennis whites.
I adore her, at least.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2014
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Cooper Fitch Poem
"Kind words. Thank you sir."
"I surely enjoyed your play."
"Thank you too, stranger."
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2014
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Cooper Fitch Poem
I must refrain from
wearing a mask of depression,
Still retain joy in this deep
recession. Give America a
reason to be, but I must also
decree; that if this world goes
under, society must not
stumble.
But in a dark age of oppression,
we must rise up, and make the
difficult decisions. To keep the
world in disposition, to rise up
and recondition. In this new
world government, we must
rebuild. Reconstruct and regain
tranquility, rather then passing
new bills for these new issues
that arrived because of thee.
We must amalgamate, to
create an environment that is
suitable. For the future of the
commonwealth, retire these
decrepit values, upon which
this country was propagated.
In order for this earth to
burgeon, the earth’s population
must reconciliate. Any being,
man or women, any race
abiding within our communal
purlieus.
For these reasons I must ask
the world to not accept the
future, but instead make a
change to better it. Hopefully
society will never relapse, and
cause another fatal collapse.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2012
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Time is an imaginary thing. Made by man to create ordering. Tick, Tick, Tick, it goes.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
The world around you moves, just waiting for you to pick up the clues. That time is not a thing to waste; not a thing to use with such haste. But something to savor, something that cannot be replaced.
So spend your time, spend it well. Because in a blink, it will be quelled.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2012
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Driving through the broken, potholed streets
Lined with houses spanning decades
Each with a thousandfold more character
than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes
I appreciate the creaks and groans
Much more than the sheen of granite stones
Value comes down to values.
What are yours?
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2015
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Cooper Fitch Poem
Dog kisses are not available to me.
Nor are you.
and so I am alone
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2014
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Cooper Fitch Poem
I am sitting here at four in the morning.
The rains battering the window.
I've got my notebook out, thinking.
The light is dim.
Any brighter surely wouldn't be proper.
Hell, I've even got my raven statue.
What a prick I am, trying to force this ****.
I like to write and to read,
but am I not simply trying to flee from the fact?
The fact that the big 'ol world is here now.
And its staring me down.
Waiting for me to make my move.
Some part of me thinks that if I become a writer,
then I surely can continue to live with such ignorant ambivalence of adult life.
Am I a writer?
I couldn't tell you.
I can only write about it.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2014
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A thousand page stack
partially filled with my thoughts
eternally empty
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Cooper Fitch Poem
the falls are falling
always fall, they fall always
falling and falling
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2014
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