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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Who Is Without
The woman was indeed a whore
As they say, in popular jargon
But she had kids to feed, no husband
In a time when women werent allowed
To take a job.
Yes, shed slept with half the men in town
Who, incidentally
Were present at the scene
The stones gripped firmly in their hands
Incensed, this wretched slut
Dare remind them
of their faults.
(Previously published in Panic! Brixton Poetry, Oct.2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Who Wants to be an Idiot?
I do! I do!
I want to go on TV
And expose myself
For the imbecile that I am.
I want people to see me on the street and say
Hey, thats the idiot we saw on TV!
After all, fifteen minutes is better than nothing.
And maybe if Im really obnoxious
Theyll even give me my own sitcom.
Or at the very least
One of those weight-loss commercials
Or an in-depth interview on
Larry King.
(Previously published in Lost Beat Poetry, Jan.2007)
Laurence Overmire
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Who's Glad To See Me?
The dog in the house
Always cheerful, tail wagging
Love offered without condition
A refreshing breath
(I kid you not)
Sweet sanity in a maze of
Humans gathered
Within walls, knocking heads
Against their many wills.
(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Apr.2002)
Laurence Overmire
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Wind Whipping (haiku)
Wind whipping through bone
slammed against a wall of air
each step contested
Laurence Overmire
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