Poems from PresidentLeahy

The Crowd surges forward as one     tidal mass of flesh compressing        itself against a steel barricade.            In the front row I...
Sir Newton died 288 years ago, but naive old Gravity is still scared to break the old quack’s laws.   He’s been institutionalized by...
I'm not afraid to die, But I sure as Hell am Afraid to stop living, to cease to contribute  And comprehend and communicate.   If all good...
I'm walking through a carnival alone, Which is nice because my head's been very crowded lately.   The people run around and laugh and...
You are the pale glow of unnatural light  On an evening’s snowfall Making the night unusually luminous In a beautifully phantasmagoric way...

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