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J. Martin Dean

ONE MORE

From the 2024 Collection "Sixteen Odes From a Toad's Repose"

The Rock made me
to see each month as a day.
The Rock implored that I be patient
with a patience so radical
it slips into renunciation
before I can remember to enjoy
       one more.

From the 2024 Collection "Sixteen Odes From a Toad's Repose" - Sixteen poems written in a five day period after two years hiatus.

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SOFTY

Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
INSIGHT

I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him
DENIZEN

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
STATE OF THE UNION

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.
JUST SAY NO

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,
PUPPET MASTER

She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
 1
TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
MIDDLEMAN

Think you’re doing something? Thing you’ve got some power? You can walk on coals, swallow poison and live, but who is at the helm
POOR BASTARDS

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.
NITROUS

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
LONG TIME COMING

In Thirty-Four years I can count on two hands how many times I’ve been in my right mind. It is a small percentage.
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HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
QUANTUM FRISBEE

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.
ANTIDOTE

Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?
HEAVEN’S GATE

A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,



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