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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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A Solitary Confinement
So few people understand
Or even care
The connection that holds us
Together
More tenuous than real
Perhaps then, my greatest strength
Lies within and not
Without
The tending of my own
Misfortune
A matter of dressing my own
Wounds
I need not ask for anything more
All that was needed
Was long ago given, and only now
Do I
See, and whats more, feel
The full measure of my
Advantage.
(Previously published in Poetry Soul to Soul, Nov.2005)
Laurence Overmire
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Workahol
Taking a bottle of work to work
In the desk, the file, the flask
Tucked inside the third piece of
A suit not suited to public
View, then stop at the store
To pick up more, work to
Put on the table, after dinner
Nightcap laptop under the
Covers, or a cell phone in the
Bath, working hard to make it all
Work, house car wife kids
Bigger and faster, sexier smarter
A skid row of home-ly places
Just south of Easy Street
A mile from the nearest
Mission.
(Previously published in 12 Gauge Review, Nov 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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Doing Laundry
To be a serious poet
Is to continually face
The battering hand of rejection
No value placed on
Words and guts spilled
In ceremony
Onlookers indifferent to the slaughter
Toothpicks fingered between molar and gum
A burp to signal satisfaction
In dark rooms, feet propped up
Life sinks into the crevices between
Cushions
Voices from nowhere tumbling through a
Rinse cycle, drowning out
The silence.
(Previously published in Illogical Muse, Summer Issue 2007)
Laurence Overmire
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The Wolf (Haiku)
The wolf in darkness
moonlight on her hungry pups
bullet cold as night
(Previously published in Still, Issue 4, Autumn 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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