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Martin Lochner

Eight Words, Four Seasons And I Am Old

Autumn beard
Invading winter

Spring memory
Summer gone

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Invisible friend

mute

anger creased another
line

suffering

only us and something else

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The boxer and the punisher

beating my blackness
into a exotic Avatar purple....
blistered firestone skin
that darkened with every thud

ol purple plum face
ol purple plum face
keeping it up against the golden gloves
of Mike Tyson

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Let us do something else

Harbor tug gongs and the sound of hungry gulls
A salty breeze burns dry lips

the sweaty sun stings bare shoulders
and the glare tears sunglasses

but this toil here on the jetty makes me smile
determination keeps me on the fishing line

today I catch the biggest one
with ample amounts of whiskey

declare unto all
I’m on god damn holiday

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The Life Of One Dandelion

Between two tightly paved
concrete slabs

I found a yellow dandelion
moist and rooted

In the mossy crevice where it grew
Feeling growing dread
That misty morning feet

Would crush her green spine

The little flower unperturbed
glowed Vermeer like
with a film of pollen gloss

It seemed oblivious to the
crushing threat
and stood there with a straight back

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My friend Sweeney

the roaring laughter
ridiculous tales
sold as the truth

he was unstoppable

those evenings at the hearth
we exchanged views
between a bottle of whiskey

as the mellow drink settled inside us
and the last red embers died

i saw his face damp and the heartbreak
of a thousand Irish families in it

rubbing he complained about allergies
telling me a limerick and cracking the seal
of another good label

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the Battle for Cain

the old diesel engine
rambled along

pistons squeaking
dust on metal grease

feeling each ditch
shocking the kidneys

but we do not mind
because we are going home

forward daft stares
slug silence

not speaking
humor or horror

they drove us out
of burning Caen

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Elegy for Mothers Day: Beyond the Ashes

i touch your face,
feeling the uneven path
of creases

running my index finger
on suffering lines leading me
to your eyes

i feel lost in your eyes
abandoned in your weary
ocean

leaving the blazing shores
floating on sulphuric tides
we must feel pain in

ash comes from harbour side
wind still and silent the flakes
paints our faces grey

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Corporate plastics.Is it real?

Corporate introduction:

High heel severity…
neck tie suffocation ….
Killer looking
android smiling
Who is real and
Who is not….

Corporate drink

Styrofoam chicory
taste like coffee

Corporate meal

Chinese two minute
Noodle rush thinks
Board room sushi

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Scream: A brief History of Oppression Chapter 11 &12

11

The once fervent Dutch Reformed church and National party
That indoctrinated the young to support Apartheid
Change their ideology overnight and instruct the young
To have a forgiving attitude and to ask God’s grace for the
Terrible sins of the fathers

Teachers filling the Boer youth with angst decrying the lot of our people
Preaching our downfall and the suffering and humiliation to come.

Defeated talk of elders and parents
Spitting bitterness and hopelessness about any future

The young denouncing their culture and inheritance
Changing their names and learning English, playing British

Signs of insipid suicide in the eyes of tomorrow’s future
Principles fading and the overwhelming sense of being sold out
gall on the swollen tongue

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