Martin Lochner Poems

There are four ravished dogs,
and two plates of food—
maliciously half full.
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walking past an accident I felt
stiff marrow shock

seeing a father consoling
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your blackness
tell something of you

emphasizing danger
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happily disorientated
hurting with euphoria

expanding with orgasmic convictions
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flattened
leveled

stampeded
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Hooded men shot him
Emptied a magazine on a ironed shirt
Fear crept in
The smell of slaughter
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Between two tightly paved
concrete slabs

I found a yellow dandelion
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the roaring laughter
ridiculous tales
sold as the truth
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beating my blackness
into a exotic Avatar purple....
blistered firestone skin
that darkened with every thud
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When death, misery and the ring
of hell surrounds you everyday,
when darkness comes as charcoal mist
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