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    The Mean Doors
    The Mean Doors
    The Mean Doors
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    The Mean Doors

    By Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

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    "The Mean Doors" is P. M. Leiby's third book of poetry, preceded by "Goodbye, The Unused Portion of Hello," and "A Boy Swept Under the Rug." P. M. Leiby brings to bear a love of life and death encoded in the social and mental struggles. He holds an M.S. in psychology from Purdue University.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaul Mason Leiby, Jr
    Release dateOct 11, 2022
    ISBN9781005843304
    The Mean Doors
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    Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

    Paul Mason Leiby Jr is the author of nine experimental poetry books: "Lofi My Life," "Sleeping Every Sycamore Standing," "How the Bakery Pronounces Drab," "Of the Body Air," "They Walked Until Autumn," "Goodbye, the Unused Portion Hello," and others. P. M. Leiby brings to bear a love of life and death encoded in the social and mental struggles. He holds an M.S. in psychology from Purdue University.

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      Book preview

      The Mean Doors - Paul Mason Leiby, Jr

      The Mean Doors

      Paul Mason Leiby Jr

      Copyright © 12/8/2021 Paul Mason Leiby Jr

      All rights reserved.

      DEDICATed to

      Shagufta and family,

      and my family

      CONTENTS

      What other conclusion

      Hearsay

      White dirt

      Bear spray

      Our pale stone faces

      Magnolia spades

      Police tape

      The thing I just did

      Jungle colors

      Secret society

      Grave-spitting

      Editing god

      Valhalla seagulls

      The mean doors

      Alphabetized cemeteries

      Manticore

      Signs of life

      Rain dancing

      Surgical greed

      Methuselah veins

      Heterodox sleep

      Little blue marble

      I am just a squatter

      Macho roadway

      Bread crumbed daylight

      What Other Conclusion

      There’s a caravan of wind heading

      non-dimensional west to the smoke-rammed sun

      in the polluted rain eye.

      Looking up to the gated community of the sky

      makes me feel

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