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Best Poems From
LAURENCE OVERMIRE
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In and Out
The door outside the self
...opens from within
But locks from without
...block the passing inside.
(Previously published in Bardo Burner, Jan 2000, no.12)
Laurence Overmire
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In Memory Of
His name is on a quilt.
It hangs in the museum.
People from all over
Come to look
At names theyve never heard.
I just wish they could know
The person behind the name.
Then maybe theyd understand
The cost
Of what weve lost.
(Previously published in Creative Voice, Feb.2000; Footprints, Vol.3 No.2, Autumn 2000)
Laurence Overmire
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In Our Little Worlds
Boxed in tight corners of unreality
We believe we know
Understand, perceive
Things greater than
Platitudes served on chafing
Dishes
Forces over which we command
Nothing
Ideas promulgated without censure of
Fact
Yet so certain is our
Conviction
We would defend it, immorally
To the death.
(Previously published in CER*BER*US, XLVII, Fall 2002)
Laurence Overmire
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In Privacy
The secrets live behind the door
Faint whisperings back and forth
Incomprehensible, except for
The few choice words hurled through the walls
Like daggers
Dammit. Go to hell. Divorce.
She crawls into the wayback
In the basement, under the floor
Theres quiet.
A clutter of junk, out of mind things
A broken sled, books never read
Boxes of lost memories.
She pores through stacks of photographs
Covered with dust, corners cracked
People posed in funny hats, strange clothes
Old cars on country roads
Wonders
What world is thisin every shot
Mother, Father
Smiling.
(Previously published in Kota Press, July 2003)
Laurence Overmire
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