mitch king Poems

What is this thing that stares down at me?
Are those odd eyes that glow intensively?
Like a strange shaped head on top a small tower
Yet everybody stops and observes its halting power
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I left to sail a mighty sea
Dark hunting clouds parted for thee
And those of your curious eyes
Points of light in the height of the night skies
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a thought has left me without a trace
i kid you not i lie here now
and the only rhyme i can think of is shoelace
next ill be doing strange random kapow
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epic night
with a spark of white
a whimper
then silence
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In the world I see
you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests
around the ruins of Rockefeller Center.
You'll wear leather clothes
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