David Michael Jackson Poems

Post anything, he says.
Wish for anything,
hope for everything.
Leap,
run through the few doors
which open,
and give
thanks.

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The ends of his fingers
stroke the keys as he
tries again.
Oh to dance again,
to run again,
to simply
flow down the
stairs
again,
oh to play second base again,
he thinks.
Millions of dead planets revolve
around millions of stars, and he
want’s so much to matter.
In leau of that he’d
settle for
second base
again.

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Thoughts of burning art again
To have placed any value in it
seems quaint tonight
a simple fire without ceremony
is all that is needed really
just call it collateral damage

no one will notice
anyway
Vincent had the chance
he blew it
and now they gather
around these pieces of his fabric
like they are lives to be saved somehow
while the children play with the depleted uranium
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I have painted a picture
of apples and pears
on a table
with
a vase of poppies,
then I ate the apples,
I ate the pears,
the poppies dried,
and I broke the vase.
The apple tasted sweet,
the pears were so juicy,
and the poppies were the yellow
of the sun
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