January 2009
4 posts
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The Populace
I fall in love all day- So many beautiful faces, Hanging with day’s-end fatigue Or broken open in the laughter Of being young and knowing It won’t end. I see the boot-heel supplement Of longed-for stature, The unwavering sundry skirts, Channels of gusting pride That stirs the dust and dying embers In my cavernous chest; This feverish ardor So devastating I want to pity them, So I can put a name...
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Twinkle
The last time we argued Was years ago And one of the last times we talked. You had a sad, wasted power in your eyes That defeated my final efforts. I see how wicked those eyes have been, How appalling they make everything In the unrelenting discord Of your world, Where nothing is ever the right color, Nothing moves right, No one looks right. You’re supposed to want more for me, But those eyes...
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Later Days
Like a storm-washed window, You lived in a riotous haze, Raging through life With flushed cheeks And unruly fists, Your laughter scattering Like a handful of rocks. You must have thought You were endless, That you could let life Trickle from you, spreading To the end of the highway, Then hoist an upturned bottle And rise again In the shadowless noon. You never foresaw a later day, Or ever wondered...
