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I choke up with white steam as I look ’round at you,
At your ice-studded tundra; magnificent view –
You’ve got diamonds for bones, and there’s sand in your blood,
But it’s been far too long since the Flood.
There was something you whispered, that rushed in my ears,
This grand mess you encoded in crystalline tears,
While this hot wind that blows me back into your arms
Has died down, to the sweat on my palms.
Since I lost you, my tongue is forbidden to write …
All the sighs that I’ve wept in the heart of the night,
Will stay locked in my mem’ry, in straitjacket tight,
I was licked long before
I had started to fight.
And the truth is I’ve dreamt of a hall full of mirrors,
All swollen with vampires, cool fragments of rivers,
And the haunt of a laugh that flaps wings round my head;
While I sleep, in the deep, on my gossamer bed.
At your ice-studded tundra; magnificent view –
You’ve got diamonds for bones, and there’s sand in your blood,
But it’s been far too long since the Flood.
There was something you whispered, that rushed in my ears,
This grand mess you encoded in crystalline tears,
While this hot wind that blows me back into your arms
Has died down, to the sweat on my palms.
Since I lost you, my tongue is forbidden to write …
All the sighs that I’ve wept in the heart of the night,
Will stay locked in my mem’ry, in straitjacket tight,
I was licked long before
I had started to fight.
And the truth is I’ve dreamt of a hall full of mirrors,
All swollen with vampires, cool fragments of rivers,
And the haunt of a laugh that flaps wings round my head;
While I sleep, in the deep, on my gossamer bed.
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Claustrophobic
My hands are unable to remain silent for long. Through tortured blinks, their control slackens, and they start to screech against the surrounding walls. My brain follows their example – crying aloud for help, shouting at my body to stop running away.
My legs are twisting and turning, my eyes melting until all I can see is blackness; all I can feel are the sickening revulsions and unshakeable impulses that my body is enduring. The air gets tighter with every second that passes, compacting as the walls close in upon me like some sick gang with no motive but to quench their throats with my fear. Always, my legs and arms flail; jumping i
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Reasons for the Weekend
Because human nature zig-zagged in reverse
from wand-waving mornings to night,
plucking on harp-strings with bitten-down nails
and mud-trudging through kitchen floors,
Because we ignored the blue neon signs
that smiled Enter through the gates,
and monkeyed up the glass walls instead,
with the grace of a bullet-filled car,
Love grew a shadow, and splashed Friday with ink
when he dived from a springboard of leather and wood--
but the spectators gave him nil out of ten,
though Perfection had wrapped him in white.
Because human nature keeps sliding down driveways
without elbow guards or mothering smiles,
because we attempt to feel
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10 moments of silence
[Ten moments of silence.]
I
I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.
II
My mountains changed;
They're blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
III
The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.
I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined
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Oooh, look at that, a poem! Lucky me.
This is about a lot of things all at once.
Comments, critiques, much much appreciated.
This is about a lot of things all at once.
Comments, critiques, much much appreciated.
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