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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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Peeking Behind Door Number 2
Sluggo said to me
In his erudite way
F_ _ _ you.
Then he punched my face
Through the wall
Old Joe, the bartender
Laughed
Gave the galoot another
Beer
Compliments of the house
Me, I rearranged my nose
Stuck my pennies
Back in my loafers
Limped across the street
To more comfortable
Confines
Hanging plants and steaming
Cappuccino
With just a hint of cinnamon.
(Previously published in Bulk Head, Vol.1, Issue 2, Fall 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Peter Pan
When he took the drink from the bottle
Time stopped
Just out of high school
Nurse for a broken heart
He cuddled with the loss
Drugged stupor of a cold floor dream
Whatever he could have been
Long forgotten
In the pass of years
Decades
Marriage, divorce
Children grown and leaving
At 50,60 you see him there still
Schoolboy romancer
Flipping burgers for a pocketful of
Change
Nothing changed, stuck
In a place that doesnt exist
Not then, not now, nevermore
Never
More.
(Previously published in Harvest Art, Feb.2002)
Laurence Overmire
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Pick-Up Line #342
Hey, baby,
Id like to stick my needle in your balloon
And show you what life is all about.
(Previously published in Forbidden Panda, Feb.2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Pig Heart
People are getting uglier
All the time
Have you noticed?
Is it so hard to miss
The self-serving secrets in a
Deceiving eye
The jowls fat with pleasures
Sucked out of a dry well of
Insufficient solitude
The crack of our egos whipped
Into the crippled backs of
Groundlings
Taking the stage with flat-footed
Fury
Saber wits cutting holes in worn
Fabrics, too weak to darn
The needing sock
How foul the odor from our
Reeking tongue
The hairy shirt we wear
Laced with maggots
Throws us back in a reap of penitence
To the Darkest Ages of our once
Subliminal past.
(Previously published in Gangway, No.30-31,2004)
Laurence Overmire
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