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Best Poems From
MARTIN LOCHNER
(28 April 1978)
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Vigil
On the porch a boy with
A corn flakes freckled face
and corroded copper hair
sat waiting for his Mommy to fetch him
it has been thirteen years,15 days and
this late afternoon sun that gilds his golden red face
Martin Lochner
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Vires et Honestas
How cunningly we press the nickel of fate,
Heads for fiction
Tails for illusion
Throwing coin for our Gods and our voids
Fighting for the dark and fighting for the light
The semetic curtain rips, Judas hangs for all of us and the modern world goes to a perennial waste,
Oh, the paraphernalia of who is right and who is wrong.
So I can only offer cliches: '
no man is an island' and ' no man is a God, '
Barbarous inflictions of existence awaits us and the roman in me says
'Vires et honestas '
I will live through my burdens and I will die knowing like Socrates that I know nothing.
'Vires et honestas '
For my wife
'Vires et honestas '
For my child
'Vires et honestas '
For my humanity
Martin Lochner
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Virtue before death
They smoothly rolled me into third level theatre
an acute sense of wanting to observe focused
my eyes on the shiny sheen gloss sealer of the floor
the walls translucently white with smell of spirits and detergents
exuding from it
green masked ninjas surrounding me, their eyes giving not a slight
hint of relief or concern, talking in an extremely foreign language
that reminded me of the carburettor, sparkplug or cam belt lingo
of Bernies auto service station, with energy saver halogen haloing
around their heads i slightly felt the sting bitter taste of adrenalin
alarms, sirens beebs shrills as a small printer accelerates speed to
print stats, graphs of my current ebb and flow, what is it saying Doc, whats
It telling you, i am finished isnt it
I cannot die,
Last month tax and rates was not paid, its in my pocket man, Jesus I just want to pay it
Where is my wife! bring my wife, Call her, tell her I am coming home right now, she must
Drop the divorce man I am sorry
The nurse attendant whispers in my ear: ' relax buddy....only a flesh wound
smiling at the gass mask I thought about the convex swing of A Vietnamese stripper
Martin Lochner
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Washing
Turning the inside out
Makes denim wash better
Imagine
doing that to the mind
Martin Lochner
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