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My Protectors Plea
You are starting to learn the difference now.
Between delusion and misguided hope.
Delusion was believing being dismissive
Of a tortured body was a better gift
Than having to see where the handprints stayed. -
Intoxication
I am fatally allergic to pollen-
But for you, my virulent flower,
I will inhale each baneful minute scent.
I will adore every dwindling moment of it.
When you beckon I will return for the reminiscence -
Just Another Thought
I may not be running out of time-
But I'm running out of shelf space
to keep all of these thoughts.
The weight limit has passed the last pound.
The memory of imagination can
go in the trash to be burned- can't it? -
It's winter again
I felt your footsteps on the stairs again –
I heard the creaking from the wood.
Daddy, this house is banal and rusting –
It badly needs some polish and oiling.
The paint on the walls is flaking off -
oh my god they were roommates
my dear, we are the romantics-
we are the tingle in spines-
the rush in the stomach of blossoming lovers-
the citrusy taste of a future
spent in butterfly gardens
while leisurely drinking wine- -
In Our Aging
Climb into our bed beside me.
Let's tangle up like yarn in a basket-
Carefully knit together my hands
To yours- mindlessly leave notes
With a sultry undertone
In your kisses- rid my scars with your
Loves
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Pieced the Puzzle Together
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Catch thou looking at the night
Eos covers thy heart with light
I think not of what I have done
Languish under thy thought
Iris dances in the dark
Not for I, but for thine eyes -
So No One Can See
After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo
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Sugaring
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither." -
Garment Workers In LA
City streets fill, coming to life like the beginning of a movie
The buildings glimmer on the outside similar to a new ruby
But inside everyone toils endlessly like it’s their duty
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Supernova
The explosion of a star,
Happens so far-
away, you’ll never see it.
Though, in the death,
The colors are like a breath-
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.