FV poem | FV poem
May.20.2011
the damp dark floorcreepers come out of earsof stonein the haystack a pin is founda thorn from a flowerthat once wasshrivelled in the heat and the coldof mountain sun and mountain snowweathered limbs leathered limbsstiffen like rigor mortislogs of woodlight upthe damp dark floor~FV
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Apr.11.2011
You have five minutesI am toldmost things I can doin this much timeeven lengthen shadowsto dim lighta chewless mealswallowed wholewater gulpedwithout wetting mouthcaresses skirt around skineyes blink away tearslips congeal a smilethe poem frosts with ice~FV
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Mar.26.2011
It’s that timeWhen history is written in streams
In the space between breastsIn the space between thighsIn the space between eyes
The ebb and tideFollow the flow
In the space between grandma’s wrinklesIn the space between mother’s armsIn the space between ovariesA past makes...
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Feb.20.2011
I ran my hands over the dress
Clinging to skin over flesh
Flesh over bone
Bone over marrow
Felt them all
Till my finger stopped
Something was grazing against the linen
Maybe caressing it
I plucked it out
A bud
Grey like age
It doddered
Then on the tip of thumb
The round loose body...
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Sep.09.2010
Mid-swallow the black blood of night holds back Conditioned air in the room gets nippier blankets colder A dream awaits its turn as a yawn stretches sleep Arms lengthen into shadows light of artifice dims Daybreak’s orb Throbs between The thighs of sky-sea horizon ~FV
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Aug.01.2010
There was a timewhen waves would gathermouths foamingin epileptic fitsas storms blasted through the windowsof my desert homethe sandcastle’s moat hanging limplylike a ragfalling as thick sodden dusttrails of helpless fingerprints on them
There was a time when I could wait foreveras roads snaked...
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Jun.11.2010
when skin folds like scrunched-up paperdried of inktelling stories of silencesthe mortuary of wordssmelling of years with fungus earslistening to disembodied voicesthat say the same old thingsof compassion regurgitatedbehind walls of wailseyes look through the retinal blur of even more blurred...
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Apr.29.2010
My sheet is stainedWith inkA black blotchAlmost circularDots the barren landscapeOf sleepThe penUnopenedWas meant to writeI muffle its soundsPalmsHave little cutsLines curve dangerouslyTowards the wristAnd fall off the handThe cliffThe pen chokesAnd splutters out bloodThe sheet still carries the...
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Apr.03.2010
Somnambulist walks
Into traitor night
Wayfaring breeze takes flight
Ripples call out to sea
Crabs claw sand
Couples hand in hand
Think of futures
In magic carpets of cumulus
Rain falls
Dreams die
Earth smells of lilied corpses
Somnambulist walks
On sinewy branches
Rootless trees
Flowerless...
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Mar.24.2010
mouth open to the moon
crater ice pure as vice
greeted me with crescent smile
a comet arrived to lay claims
on the wet lunar plains
I was left to drink off the dirt pond
in the murky icicles crystals shone
I balled them in my fist
and saw a future in stone
the winds were strong
I...
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