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Cartoons Of Ourselves

In the early 1960’s
Rocky bulled my
And I still
Haven’t recovered
Boris and Natasha’d
To some Cold War
Hell of someone
Else’s making
Bombs going off
In black and white
Boxes of my head
Flags popping out of guns
That go “Bang! ”
Rocket ships to the
And back
Wanting to land on
An Earth unspoiled
By the absurdities of
Wacky one-dimensional
Characters who ought
To make us laugh
Instead of cry.

(Previously published in Hinge, Vol.4, Issue 1, May 2003)
Laurence Overmire



Castle Loch

In great hall
Kilt and bonnet
Crest upon the wall

By cold stone, a fire burns
Ale poured in goblets
A grim Scots tale of woe.

(Previously published in The Poetry of Scotland, Aug 2007)
Laurence Overmire




1 a.m. in Brooklyn
Out of the subway’s cold, enveloping dark
The man emerges
Briefcase in hand, hurrying to get
Wary eyes watching, glance in all directions.

The streets deserted, foreboding in the stillness
The light of lamps unable to spell the lingering dread
Shadows creeping across the brick
Inside vestibules where doors are locked.

Walking faster
Past shops barricaded with steel curtains
Fortification against the night
While somewhere in the deepening fog
A siren bleeds.

At the end of one long block
Another two to go
Just outside a closed cafι
Something on the sidewalk
By the sewer grate
Large and—what—?

A body.
Lies unmoving.
Alive or dead? What to do?
Finger nails polished, red on pale white skin
Face down, tucked and covered in dark hair.
What to do? To get involved in what?
In Brooklyn 1 a.m.

Not my business, not to know
He thought
Move on, she must be sleeping
Drugged or drunk
Someone else will stop.
The hour is late
A morning’s rise at 6 a.m.
Meetings to be deadlined
No time to waste
She must be sleeping.
Someone else behind me
Someone else will
Move on.

In the slanting rays of the rising sun
The bustling of a new and proper day
Keepers opening windows, shops
He walks past quickly
A bright cafe
An empty sidewalk
Nothing by the sewer grate
But stuck in his head forever
The nagging not knowing
Alive or dead? He didn’t stop.

(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, Feb.2003)
Laurence Overmire



Chasing a Tail

The serpent slides through the birth canal
...and out into the fullness of a life

writhing its way around the spiral of the years
...until at last it twists its head

through the portal and into the black tunnel
...of another awakening.

(Previously published in Pegasus, Winter 1999)
Laurence Overmire
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