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Above the Dirt
I’ve left the round earth behind.
Above her curved back, I wait
to feel my feet again,
to be more than a giant who holds
the sun in his cracked palms.
to be more than a subversive symphony -
To Lorca's Missing Grave, To Franco, To Those Who've Left the American Flag a Bloodless/Bloody Blue and Black
Okay, so I am a bit embarrassed because this is like the fifth ode to Lorca I have posted on here. But sometimes you need obsessions. They are something through which you can channel your passion. -
Curves
There are boulders under my feet, songs with so much shape they can only be felt like they are the curved backs of our galaxy's multitude of suns. -
Nothing but Blue
Is it strange that Mary Oliver reminds me of Hafiz,
especially in the irresponsible dawn hours when I feel
like I could swallow God even before I swallow
my dreams, when the ghosts of swallows still dance -
Open Veins
I sit cross-legged in the raucous silence of the moment,
contorted into a preschool nightmare of tangled thoughts and tangled feet.
There is no freedom in meditation. It’s just a window you can't fit through. -
People Who Read Too Much Have Opinions on Henry Kissinger
people who read too much have opinions on Henry Kissenger
my friends tease me for my long rants on Ceaușescu and Communism and how if it wasn’t for Climate Change Norway’s management of its oil reserves would be Close to Commendable.
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(Challenge for next year’s prompts)
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The Universe of Me
My body is a universe
My freckles are the stars
The planet Venus is my lips
My teeth, they come from MarsMercury is in my brow
The furrow that you see
My thighs are Jupiter, you know
In the galaxy of me -
To be in Hell.
Avaricious abundance, announcing
Blasphemous betrayals
Concertina cavorting cacophonous cadence
Depicting death-desired dread
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Confession
When I think about tomorrow,
I see the calculus test I have not studied for
and the five overdue assignments with long-received
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Time Slip
My leisure was over
quicker than expected.
Now I'm back to doing homework
but keep getting distracted.
Another glance at the clock
Another 30 minutes gone. -
Why I Miss Summer
Silence spreads.
It blankets churning mouths like grazing cows come frost.
Never has the silence echoed so.