Bridge over Troubled Tartar

By Scott Sparks

These poems are race related. We're all part of the human race. We've all felt lonely, heartbroken, frustrated. Some more than others. Finding common ground with an attorney or an addict isn't much of a stretch when you take the time to meet someone where they are. This collection was written over many years time, with the help of a trusty dictionary and thesaurus. The author seeks only expression in his offered perspective. We may not speak the same language, but we all have a voice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664194212

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Copyright © 2021 by Scott Sparks.

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Rev. date: 09/08/2021

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CONTENTS

Blinders

Toes

Flyblown

For Lack of a Better World

Metal Food, Rusted Tooth

No-Show

Chamber Pot

Foam the Shore

Sucrose

Cultivator

No Farewell

First Steps

Blandscape

Fortune Cookie

Throw Me like a Brick

Corridors

Voice Box

Flightless

Wisdom Tooth

I Float

Those Rodents

As for a Funeral

Cherrywood

Kiss Me in Death

Not Reaching Out, Just Hanging On

To Devour

I’ll Walk

Until It Bleeds

Empty Plate

Fallen Leaf

What Wastelands Are For

Knotted

Finger-Printed Glass Showcase

Once Calm

Respiratory Article

Bludgeoning the Lake

Both Guns

Spoken

Dressed Up in Cyclones

February 23, 2020

Blinders

I guess it’s true

That endless mountain I had to climb

All that weight behind

Dragging my peel, the fruits of attrition

If I look straight ahead

Does that mean I’m blind?

If only momentum could be so kind

After much muscle memory

What a track to look back indelibly

The rails under these unfolded sails

Still have dirt under their nails

Dragging my peel, the fruits of attrition

If I only look straight

May as well be blind

All that weight behind

NV

Toes