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    orbs: poems by Frederick E. Whitehead
    orbs: poems by Frederick E. Whitehead
    orbs: poems by Frederick E. Whitehead
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    orbs: poems by Frederick E. Whitehead

    By Frederick E Whitehead

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    The second full length collection of poems by Buffalo N.Y. poet Frederick E. Whitehead.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFrederick E Whitehead
    Release dateAug 13, 2011
    ISBN9781465742407
    orbs: poems by Frederick E. Whitehead
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    Frederick E Whitehead

    Orbs is Freds second full length collection of poems. He put out a chapbook, songs/cradled in 2009 and an illustrated book of poems, Protected by Paradox in 2010. He has a poetry blog at fewhitehead.wordpress.com and helps run a poetry series in South Buffalo New York.

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      orbs - Frederick E Whitehead

      Orbs

      Frederick E. Whitehead

      Copyright 2011 Frederick E. Whitehead

      Smashwords Edition

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted

      in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including

      photocopying and recording, or by any information storage or retrieval

      system except as may be expressly permitted by the author.

      Cover art 2011 David Thiel

      For Tammy

      Table of contents

      if I found myself horrendously alone

      No. 5

      easy boy

      bullet

      Isadora

      old angels

      listen

      gratuity will not be frowned upon

      the great migration

      your life

      Gargoyle

      Bell

      forever blossoms

      saved

      wooden steps

      before the casting out

      here I am

      unshattered

      knowledge breath

      string theory

      when unsure

      be sure to get my good side

      another night

      the next day

      grace

      after the reading

      leap

      just like the sound of the ocean in a shell

      the morning was

      scattered

      breaking the silence

      burdened

      Joan

      between shadows

      the boy

      body of evidence

      undeserved

      the whole

      persuasion

      blessed

      waiting for the drum

      Winkee the clown contemplates suicide in ol' Missou'

      the last time I shot the moon

      the milkman

      sweepers

      snow angel

      For myself

      crosswalk opera

      waking up at a mountain retreat one last time

      tick

      when I was mud

      atom

      trying to keep up with Chinaski (again)

      rise the water

      Ani Maamin

      awaiting celestial infusion

      another sacrificed morning

      stuck inside of Moav with the Canaan blues again

      closet

      accidental aerialist

      octotheism

      if I found myself horrendously alone

      would you be the stone in my shoe?

      right between the little toe

      and ring toe

      would you then

      make it a point to

      clarify that there

      is no such thing

      as a ring toe

      if I truly was that alone

      would you be

      the cheese on my fries

      or the wood in my shed

      would you care enough

      to have the coroners

      number on speed dial

      just in case I really

      screwed up?

      if I found myself to be

      that enormously alone

      would you be the

      bloodshot in my eyes

      my warm morning beer

      my cool evening shade

      the ache for my head

      or possibly an arcade for

      for my pennies?

      I'm just asking this because

      if I ended up so gargantuanly alone

      I think I might need

      someone for my knit cap

      the kind with the

      ear flap things and

      ridiculously long tassel

      or at the very least,

      if I was so universally alone,

      someone

      to bump into me

      in the dark hallway of

      middle night

      so I could have the

      chance to say

      hey, get out of here

      No. 5

      Joe said,

      pointing,

      Creeley lived

      there

      brick,

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