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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:21:12 PM | I thought I would gather up all my bits and pieces and put them in one place (in no particular order). Did I mention I love company!
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Fingerpainting
The tip of my finger
Brushes away a strand of hair
I imagine has fallen across your brow
Softly
It’s the only picture I have of you
And I touch it often
I’ve enlarged it
trying to find
the light in your eyes
trace the curve of your mouth
the hollow beneath your cheekbones
But it fragments and
I must be content
To kiss
A 2x2 still life
and dream of
your ink on my lips | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:21:57 PM | Silent Witness
Griffin’s wings lowered today
Imperceptibly to others
But we’ve been together a very long time
And his cast iron heart
Drums through mine
He’s watched me dance naked
In the dark of day and the light of the moon
Witnessed pain, anger, frustration
Joy when the wildflowers return
Watched my children grow, then go
Suffered a thousand deaths
From every cowards blow
With iron will
This silent paladin
Ever constant friend
Keeps my secret
And his carbon eyes
Cry out through mine | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:22:42 PM | BLUE SHIRT
You’ve asked me to describe
the singular moment that
I vanish and you become
a voyeur caught in the act
So I’ve put on your blue shirt,
only fastening the middle three buttons
because I know you like to
imagine me wearing it this way
The truth is the moment is not poetic as
the blush of a rose
The truth is
I feel nothing externally
Not your hands, not your mouth
The outer body, unconscious
Seizes
Rapaciously guarding
the internal riot of
a jackhammer spinal injection
An empyreal sequence of
juiced current and
exquisite pulsing pain
delivered to each inflamed nerve
I’ve unfastened the last three buttons. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:23:28 PM | Breaking up
I thought breaking up
Would be hard
Turns out eventually
Enough is enough
And you can walk away
From anyone
Did I need more
or less
Highs, lows
Somewhere in-between
Was it naïve to think
The directional part
Of my id would know
what to do
And now
Because of you
I can finally let go
Of the old me
The walls
fall like Jericho
Rock to rubble
rubble to quartz
quartz to alabaster
alabaster to gossamer
gossamer to glow | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:33:35 PM | I am hawk
Perched on leather glove
No leashes hold me
I am imprinted
By the voice of
Love
It is enough | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:34:10 PM | Intuitively
I turn to you as
A leaf turns to rain
Spontaneously
As a voice to song
Rhythm to dance
The tides to moon
I turn for you | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:34:40 PM | Painter
Late at night
In a darkened studio
Where no one
Hears her spasm
By cripple light
With naïve brush
The painter’s eyes
Spill sorrow | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:35:24 PM | Need oxygen
Breathe
Need food for the mind
Eat beauty
Want Love
Give it
Lost spirit
Absorb from the circle
Going blind
Touch
Feel Brittle
Stroke velvet
Want happiness
Open the door
Simple
Truly | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:35:57 PM | Patience
I covet
The inkling you leave on strangers
As you brush past them in a crowd
The joy you brand on countless hearts
The last drop of coffee in your cup
The towel you toss after a shower
The blanket that wraps your warmth
The pillow that should be me | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:36:31 PM | Suitcase
I‘ve packed this suitcase
A thousand times before
Europe, Asia.
East to west, top to bottom America’s
The season, the reason
This dress, those shoes
Don’t forget the passport
Simple
But this time
I board a silver sky train
That will deliver me to the mouth
Of a volcanic mountain where
White-hot rivers bleed into
chasms lined with ancient stones,
exotic blue flowers and bent old growth trees
In yellow skies, tiger-eagles haunt mossy clouds and
the green sun only shines on rainy days
Will they let me cross the border
With fear in my carry-on
What if I pack only my summer skin
And the temperature drops
Below freezing
Do I need a compass
To show me the way
If there are no stars in the eyes
What does it matter
I’ve waited my entire life
For this one pilgrimage
I think I’ll just pack my heart
And leave the rest to fate | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:36:57 PM | The Music Box
I give you my most
Precious curio
It’s true value
Like an uncovered rarity
Still rising
Forged by the hand of revulsion
Bloodied hammer
Pounding innocence
To mettle
Bejeweled with fever kisses on
On little foreheads
And a child-mother’s dream
For her children
The music plays
And the dancer spins
For only you my love
Hold the key
My heart, this curio
I place it in your safekeeping | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:37:31 PM | The altar
I offer everything of me
you see
And everything
you don’t
A final communion
One sip from the grail
Abiding devotion
I lay at your feet | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:38:07 PM | You speak of my eyes
Now
Drowning the sea
I want to show you
Diamonds dancing
On points of light
You speak of my hands
Now
Locked in prayer
I want to paint you
The miracle of wings
Rippling the heavens
You speak of my mouth
Now
Lips parched
I want to drink you forever | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:38:54 PM | Songbird
A Nightingale carillon
Breaches delirious
Like thunder rain
Surging through
A desert canyon thirst
Spilling succulent
Colour in it’s wake
A cactus flower blooms | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:39:39 PM | Oblivious
Like a mime
Defining
The point of no return
I reach for you
In my blindness
I taste your kiss
Deafened to the world
I hear you calling my name
Your scent lingers
Still, I miss you | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:40:06 PM | Medic
When your veins splinter
And bleed internally
My blood chills
In case you need
A transfusion
Uncontaminated
Pure
Type L
I left some in your
Freezer
For emergencies
Take as much as you need
I can make more | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:40:50 PM | HALLMARK DAYS
Some childhood memories
Should just be left at the curb
Along with the rest of the trash
Rancid,
like a carton of milk
with a picture of a
missing kid on the side
and a 40 year old
Best Before date
I always thought
Hall missed the Mark
Mom…
this Mother’s Day
I just wanted to say
sorry you always felt
I ruined your life
on the day I was born
Dad…
It’s Father’s Day
and I want you to know,
the warm feeling of your
strong hands wrapped
around my throat
stayed with me. | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:41:34 PM | Landing
The pilot announces
The plane is descending
The seatbelt sign flashes
Redundantly
She’s already bound by fear
Not a coffee shop rendezvous
With cellular absolution
Free falling
No parachute cord
No exit plan
Dead woman walking
Prayer beads in hand
Down a dark corridor
She takes a last breath
Raises her head
Steps through the gate
The execution is stayed
In one merciful moment
By welcoming arms
And a long slow deep kiss
Without apprehension
She arrives at
Her final destination | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:43:14 PM | Night Sweats
How wontedly you slit your throat
From one side to the other
Veins bleeding black
Promises
Smeared
On the marriage bed
Did you forget
I lived in your jugular | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:56:08 PM | Implosion
If the sins of the father
Blemish the sun
And a mother’s anguish
Craters the moon
While humanity withers
By slight of hand
And hate is ordained
In the heart of man
As the earth shudders
From rockets red glare
And Grace forsakes
Our children in prayer
Will we be missed
By anyone | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:56:57 PM | Elysium
Delete the dream
Eternity couldn’t brave
The truth
Diminished
Hope in time
Perhaps | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:57:49 PM | Fractures
Tiny cracks
Below the surface
Ignored
Faults
Shift unfathomable
Deep in the core
Hidden
Stress
Amassed anxiety
Suppressed
Vibrating
Pushing
Seismic waves
Through
Layers of obedience
Quaking
Crushed foundations
Razed hope
Exposed need
Aftershock
The realization
Of the damage
I’ve done | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:58:58 PM | Applause
All the world loves a rose
Why?
Nauseatingly sweet
Treacherous to hold
Aloof, pompous thing
Not to mention…common
Overused, commercialized Hybrid
Like surgically augmented women
No Diva a rose
Simply a bit player with attitude
But a poppy
Quixotic, flawless beauty
Mischievous maven
Hypnotic sway
Just ask Dorothy
Or those who dream
In Flanders Field
Encore
Take a bow | |
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Posted: 7/10/2007 11:59:49 PM | Handcuffed
Fingertip kisses
Cut through
Barbed wire
And touch
In sunlit fields
Of love’s embrace | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 12:00:17 AM | Coming To Terms
DENIAL
Lying here
A crowd gathers
I can’t be
Just a casualty of the street
I looked both ways
Before crossing
ANGER
How could he
Not see me
I was wearing
Pink neon
He was supposed to stop
BARGAINING
God, I don’t want to die
But
If you’re hell bent
On taking me
Let me live long enough
To forgive
And say goodbye
DEPRESSION
The medics say
there is no hope
I think they’re right
ACCEPTANCE
I understand now
I’m just
A chalk outline
A haunted memory | |
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