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Four Square And Seven Years From N/O/W

By Eric Wittkopf
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There are poems

Who LEAVE me

Feeling cornered

Like at a party with

That one guy who

Won’t stop talking

AS IF thinking aloud

And hoping that I

Will somehow make

The point for him

like the CONTRAST

Between Lincoln at

Gettysburg and THE

GUY who talked for

Three hours before

Him.  I w-e-n-t for

Popcorn and missed

The Lincoln.  Came

Back And everyone

Was Gone, THE field

Littered with trash

And loose Papers

blowing in the wind

And my car with a

F*****g ticket.  My

WAR story.  LOOK

-ING back over my

Shoulder at the

Poems I wrote I

Wonder h-h-how

many Of them will

betray Me?  Like the

snappy Comeback I

worked On for 18

years BEFORE I got

It just righ.  Crap it

All I Forgot to dot

the T While you were

Trying to CROSS

the me.  There are

poems who are

empty ///// full of

words looking for

someone to fill them

For a place to be

buried.  When this

is over and the dead

have been raised

[no break]

at the last day my

poems will Return

here again like the

fallen ghosts of

YOUR thrift store

underwear drawer

to hear LINCOLN

Sum them all up

In a few #####

And silence their

Chattering forever

Time will stop AND

Everyone will turn

An accusing glare

On me.  The field

Is littered with

Trash only this

TIME I stopped

And picked up a

scrap of paper as

it blew past and

found A copy of

this here POEM.


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Posted On: February 16, 2023
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