Shane Markie

Shane Markie Poems

It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
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I'm walkin' in the rain
(Walkin' in the rain)

Just walkin' in the rain'
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Out of clay or living rock
I will make my brick or stone:
At the door of God I knock,
Builder whose command I own,
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The world spirals downward in the confines of a nautilus shell,

Its chambered abode antiquated antedilluvian hell.
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Is it easiest to scribble your life away
Or sleep it all away with booze and broads instead?
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If you can buy butter by the butterful,
Why not catch flutterbyes by the flutterfull?
...

If butterflies contain too much cholesterol,
Do all predators who eat them
Have any heart attacks at all?
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Where the local morning 'java'
Always tastes like molten lava.
...

Weatherman on t.v.
says it ought to snow.

I head back to bed
...

i used to eat glue
in school.

then I got used to
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You tell me I
don't drink enough water

get enough sleep
...

one shot
away

arms length to
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How many child soldiers dies it take
To create a world of paranoia and fear?
No one is certain. Statistics aren't clear.
At the end of the day, one remembers
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Above the ground,
Without complaint, the sky
remains animated, yet motiotnless
after rain or snow.
...

pretty much
goddamn fucking
hate it
...

you shimmer past me
burlesque dancer

without a stripper's pole
...

last time you
pissed your pants i was

graduate & class valedictorian
...

sunlight streams open
through windows, doors

& open hearts
...

my day
begins & ends

with your shouting,
...

always make sure
without a doubt

you always know
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Life Ebbed Away

It was the twelfth of June
another hot and humid Florida night.

In Orlando young people gathered at the
Pulse Club, enjoying camaraderie, the
dance floor pulsating with life,
dancers moving to syncopated music,
Latin rhythms, good will embraces,
laughter, friendships, plans for
tomorrow, flashing smiles releasing
stress in silent motions.

Then the pulse of life ended.
A man on fire came from a dark,
twisted place, methodically spraying
death, massacring our LGBT
dancers who fell like cut flowers.
Pulses died in 49 bloodied wrists,
blood pressures plunged to zero,
juices of life that would never
flow into the future stained
the sad dance floor.

Shock spread across the country,
across the world, enough grief
to last many lifetimes. Lost lives
cannot be replaced.

Orlando pulled together, offering
condolences and help. From here
we sent flor y canto, oraciones,
flowers and poems, prayers.
Left bereaved on this senseless
plain, we wondered who killed the
Golden Rule, Love Your Neighbor.

We mourn our fallen comrades, our
gay sisters and brothers, and after
grieving we march to tear down the
barricades of hate, bigotry,
prejudices. We march to tear down
walls that separate.

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