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Day, My Stagnant EarthWith a full gut, it's less natural to force that old disconnection and let him beDay, My Stagnant Earth
not yours. He has fibres to bind another spirit, and the feathers in his teeth
now are not yours, deep reds and sharp lilac and not your swimming green-blue.
Remembering the foreign flit of your puddle-skin eyes, catching a saved daylight, sure of the stillness of that heart and the pull of your lungs
concerned then with nothing cosmic, nothing lofty, none of her trappings, no dawn, no day.
Your Papa unravels from the interlocked Rangi an
by ~amaranthones
A Stiff-Necked WildernessYou still have love, and enoughA Stiff-Necked Wilderness
to spare for poetry
this will last longer taking the midnight tears with you, as you pass farther on, and shed dew for a somber white sun
it melts the paper-sheet ice and the words he has come for, in his old leather shoes, years ago shattering on the backs of your calves, his eyes are blue and red, and the seam down your hand has healed and the blue spread over your cheekbones washed off, again
William, William, won't you come now, just to see, she pleaded sepia, she pleads, but even when he turns to
by ~amaranthones
Morning BellWhen young,Morning Bell
oh to be one of those women whom men write poetry about,
whom men have hearts to love.
but it's nothing in their beauty
that holds the droplet love clear trembling on that branch
it's in the weight that hangs
above eyes like ripe balloons full of water, always rushing to meet the concrete as your child's hands fight to hold them
elastic to the tap
she's slipping through your fingers like black coffee, like you have it now that you're older, and it never goes to your head
here, it's not like the movies, h
by ~amaranthones
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SpiritIf life would have me know but one thing, it would be this: Nothing good comes straight away, nothing that's worth having comes easy.Spirit
So I've already prepared myself for this, for you.
Because I've been given assurance that our Street Spirit won't fade out.
by ~AlacrityJones
Sally Sparrow, DuckIn your creative fits and bursts, i think that you've found what it means to set a love free.Sally Sparrow, Duck
They don't know us, or they've just forgotten; like all the other cynics that think they have it ordered.
Not to say that we aren't lost.
But they aren't more free.
by ~AlacrityJones
Bits that I'd Tell Sonsthat i used to do a lot of things under the tree. like teach kids, dream and wait for birds to shit on me.Bits that I'd Tell Sons
that i used to cry under its shade because i hated the concept of pity, of mercy and that when i was a debater, i would let the adversary kneel when he/she committed Argumentum ad Misericordiam.
that i was a tire swing, or a rattan swing or a hammock made of flour bag. that i had this strong relationship with solitude. and that to drift and sway are the two things i am very graceful at.
that i could not get drunk when happy, or in a good mood or in the beach.
that i
by ~kLiT-sHy
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