Glen Martin Fitch

The faces stare out
chiseled proud and bold
with polished cheeks,
their character defined.
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If once more
I could move just as I please.
Some days are not so bad.
Some days I cry.
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Just like a child
I always long
to be with you
and when I'm not
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I learned this ballad in my youth.
Perhaps the tale will bring you joy.
Our elders tell our people of
The Fall of Troy.
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Step up and check 'em out.
Oh, don't be shy.
You like disaster? horror?
Got this from a plane seat neighbor.
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The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
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A toddler's life
is wonderful and strange.
From innocence through pain
we come to know
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Whatever! Sure!
What's your bizarre request?
I've worn assorted panties,
briefs and thongs for others,
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I envy them.
I watch them serve, receive.
The forehand, backspin, smash,
each smacked with care.
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First ears: I would like two.
One either side,
I'm not a cubist.
Eyes:
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I worshipped you.
I followed you about
to copy every move.
But I felt doomed to fail
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Ideas sprout.
Words shoot out of my pen
like unsown seeds
that never knew a hand
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My leaven makes my muffins rise.
My eggs are never runny
My pudding could take any prize.
My secret? Not for money.
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'... As she saw nothing but young men all day long...this sight of her fellow-traveler was completely lost in her mind, as the crooked pin dropped by a child into the wishing-well twirls in the water and disappears forever.”
Virginia Woolf Jacob's Room

I bet you don't remember me.
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Once more.
Please notice how
I keep it taut
by only letting out a bit.
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Once bride and groom were bound.
Each marriage planned at birth.
Of course divorce was not a choice.
Romantic love
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I had it figured out.
It just made sense.
I thought
to ease the pain
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Some driver cut me off
in my commute.
I swore.
At work I told a friend
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Upon the cellar door 
I wrote my name in chalk. 
I scrawled it backwards 
to avoid detection. 
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Though seldom seen 
he's always hanging 'round.
You're never safe.
He'll elbowed his way in.
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