Misanthrope poems.

Two poems today. Twoave'm.
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Two short poems linked by theme
or
I am a misanthrope in the morning


I don’t have a sacred place.

I seek refuge opportunistically.
I look for places that are sacred
just for the moment
That I need them.

And the rest of the time,
I just imagine places
That I’d rather be.

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The most sacred place
To me
Is whatever place
Is farthest away
From you.

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I'm also reposting Poem #4 for your pleasure.
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Death to Lovers!
Or
Every time two people fall in love, God picks apart a butterfly

Every time I see
A pair of lovers
Walking arm in arm
Or hand in hand,
I steal a child’s balloon
And pop it.

And even if it’s out of my way,
If I see two lovers
Lingering under a street light
Kissing,
I kick a puppy.
Hard.

It’s about balance.

Your arms, entwining each other as,
Eyes half closed,
You sigh each others’ names,
Are the reason
That I’m killing this kitten.

I set the minivan on fire
Because
You actually went down on one knee
To give her the ring
You disgusting creep.

Don’t doubt my commitment
To balance.
…
The smell
Of your hair
Used to destroy me.

And I hope that he’ll realize
As I use this tire iron
To destroy
His knee
That this
Is about
Balance.

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I'm supposed to revise these, but I really don't know what to change. If you have any suggestions, let me know.