Glen Martin Fitch Poems

The faces stare out
chiseled proud and bold
with polished cheeks,
their character defined.
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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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