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Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight
Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?
We die, Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke… Stranglers to our outstretched nec… Stranglers, who neither care nor care to know that
Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.
There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry
When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence