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All of the poems below were published on line by "Children, Churches and Daddies," and are © 2000 George C. Upper III. I encourage you to read them, and other poetry, at theScars Publications home page. (Parental discretion is advised--some "Children, Churches and Daddies" poetry may contain language unsuitable for children, churches, or daddies.) Please note: The Scars site is currently in the midst of a face-left, and some content may be inaccessible at times. If that's the case--or if you're just lazy--click on an entry in the table of contents, below. Poetry Table of ContentsBarren The spare was also flat; thus we are forced to pass our time waiting, hopelessly filling the intimidating silence with vanities. Your smile dims in twilight smoke-- your eyes were never with me, stuck here, airless, loud exhales echoing, echoing with silent vanities. My face feels dead and heavy as a boated tire, dripping snag. Brackish water, fresh blood quicken tongue, vanity in camouflage silence. Headlights. A sharp intake of breath, holding it, holding it... but we will not be rescued that easily from our vanity of silence. Back to Top Back to Homepage Horizon There is only one line in the first group- about ten in the seventh, but they're so close together that I cannot count them without getting closer, or asking the artist, which would embarrass me. They lie in different directions, achingly close to right angles. I could ride them like a playground slide, like a futurist, up and down, arrogantly like my son. But the lines would have to be turned upside-down each time I reached a peak, or else I'd have to find a way to sucker gravity. Back to Top A HREF="index.html">Back to Homepage Midas I understand she forced her son to drink such large amounts of water that he died of poisoning-no lie! Who'd ever think that such a thing was possible? He cried, but not enough to save him. Did you know that sunlight helps the body to produce some vitamin to keep us happy? (Though I'm tempted by my scarlet skin to choose depression.) Did you hear about the queen? The king has eighteen bodyguards and one attacked her-true! The other seventeen reacted late but took away his gun. I'd rather be with you than anyone else. Should I take for granted that we're done? Back to Top Back to Homepage Relative Dimensions Keep that milk crate over there and this one here. They stack, I know, but forget that for a minute. That one looks smaller farther away. If I could have it there and here at the same time, it would fit into this one. And then you'd have something. What? Don't look at me like that. I'm just saying what if. I know you can't do it, but what if you could? Then you'd have something. Back to Top |
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