poem | poem
May.06.2013
The prison wall had centered my head against patterns uncertain.
Why rest
And then again,
Why rest
Why wait at all,
And gathered further into the glimmer
She rested
Waited
Don’t tell
Don’t tell,
She didn’t wait for him
No.
Against the prison wall
Quarter inch up to heaven sake resting place...
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May.06.2013
Feel the rings on your fingers
All the time
All the time
Feel the rings
Twist them around
Fix them
Wear them
Always
Wearing them
Sometimes feeling them without feeling them
Bulky
Chunky
Heavy
Rings
Around the fingers
Feeling them
All the time
Twisting them
Wrapping them around and around in a loop...
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May.06.2013
Abrasion
Hits hard in the illusion
Morphing is detour-rent
Bouncing is prohibited
Communication is limited
Stiches in the for-head
Abrasion
Stick filthy mouth
X-Ray vision
And into evening fade away, into evening fade away
Into evening
Fade away
Into evening
Fade away
Control dimension...
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May.06.2013
Like it was
I don’t know
And then I said
What did I say
She remembers
But She say’s she doesn’t
And what was it
That woman?
At the corner store
She looked peculiar
Like she was going to rob the store
And I left
I just left
And I came Home
And ripped my shredded skirt off
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May.06.2013
Striking human- stringing
Being
Human
Clouds and beads
And bringing
Tranquilizing fog delicious screaming
I hear
Way out there
Shredded packed up
Noisy
Noisy
You are Noisy
And Left valuing
Me
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May.05.2013
Am I on A level
On A level that balances
Perhaps I have been shown something
Balancing
My moments entirely
So I come forth to seasons
Seasons that can be meshed into a year
Finally
I can see
A year turning into another
Before me
And am I on level
Yes
I am balancing
Into solid serenity
And the...
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May.01.2013
Hawthorn - May Day, 2013
She is stark to the bone,
gaunt in Gethsemane,
like fibrous lightning
honed by tungsten winds
against inconstant skies,
still tall among her peers,
still proud among
the juvenescent hazel sprigs
and serpent's tooth brambles
straining for sunlight,
frantic for...
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Apr.30.2013
Once upon a time, I met a chicken. I cannot remember her name, but it was lovely. It was a Spanish name. She roamed the courtyard of her Chicago home, fearing nothing, for her master was close by. He told me that she followed him to the school to pick up his twelve year old son, reminding me of...
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Apr.29.2013
Hiraeth. I see the tulips and the red berries. The rusting swing set between the lilac bushes. One was purple and one was white. I smell the chlorine wafting from the town’s swimming pool a half mile away. My cats (different cats in different years) turn the corner of the house into the back yard...
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Apr.28.2013
(I think that this is a good beginning for a children's poem. :)
one small beeelicits such gleefor he announcesthe arrival of spring
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