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Michael Kevin Spencer : Writing

Memories of Smartdust

Memories of Smartdust

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


I become a youth in apparel that glittered Lived, was alive, in the holomatrix of smardust There in that attire, I wore The garb of m..
No Flowers for Him

No Flowers for Him

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


Places among the stars I knew my insides were Quantum gardens, treasure-places Of distant beauty Shed no beams so close Upon m..
Of Civilization, Ice, Burning Sand

Of Civilization, Ice, Burning Sand

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


There was before me, Mile upon mile Dreams upon song The world, until all was lost I clung to the hand of my friend But ..
A Bit Madly at the Feet of the Gods

A Bit Madly at the Feet of the Gods

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


Making quaint progress I've done ridiculous voyages Had the hulls and sails to myself Mystic shadow, bending near me Who art thou?..
Confessions of a Star

Confessions of a Star

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


Is there a witness to my little life Someone to hold me Leaving black terror, limitless night My tiny throes, jargoned faults My s..
With the infinite skill of an All-Master

With the infinite skill of an All-Master

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


Yes, I have a thousand tongues With a billion voices true Neurons of the heart Dead in my mouth Clamor in the self Ranges in ..
Seeking a Homeland

Seeking a Homeland

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


I do not want to conquer bodies, tonight But win over hearts, with kisses That pour into sweet oblivion Creating life, ingrained wi..
Sonata of Subjectivity

Sonata of Subjectivity

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


What are poems good for If not for the night of ourselves To drink our essential twilight With roses and light, broken corners Of th..
 The Moist Constellation of Your Lyrical Dancing

The Moist Constellation of Your Lyrical Dancing

A Poem by Michael Kevin Spencer


There is a rumour that you were here In your children, in the golden memories Of time returning definitively To the rootless Earth, to fields..