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Your eyes are the atlantic sky, the muse of Navigators, the foundation of cities. The Hair on Your head is silk-scape sandit’s where the Land meets the Sea. Your Wit is keen and it burns brighter than light aflame across the earth’s Canvas Noir. Your omniscient profile evad... - Poetry > SonnetRemember where we used to go to smoke cigarettes? I stand there now on moss covered rocks. I see your eyes of sky glisten through the oaks. Comfort smoke fills your mouth instead of talk. We were love, burning plants amidst tree stalks. Going home never worth missing you and the birds. For t...
- Poetry > Free VerseI reached into my closet, Looking for a shirt I thought maybe had fallen. I extended my appendage to the way way back wall… Until my fingers were basically in the bathroom. I pull out a top, thought Not the piece I’m praying for. I yank my baby blanket, Pink like doublebubble chews, the...
- Poetry > Free VerseDon’t consolidate the mother with money, Simple fool. Give her a raincoat. You see, space smells damp Because there is a tear in the sky. The young Poet pierced with his pen the world’s canopy- He’s a heron now. A heron certain to be swallowed By a hawk who flies higher, Just as the P...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy dog gnaws at the bark. My dog breaks bubbled limbs at the expense of his mouth’s ridge. When My Dog hustles lower animals bustle. Disconnected “D I P L O M A T” and blunderer fit to burst. . . . Blue jays’ query? They don’t find one in fleeing… for they are and will an...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy Dear, does the breeze blow for us? Turning turbines and giving sweaty children a memory? Or does it blast in spite if us, ripping through our hearts as if we are but a methanol crease on the pages of the records of its home?...
- Poetry > Free VerseI perceive a place not far off where school is for the few. I observe an onslaught in which the plight of pigs is noble and true. I see a situation that shrieks for revolution number two...
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- Poetry > Free VerseIn pond goes the peer I see nothing extraordinary Or handsome. Throughout soul is search I find nothing amazing Or important. I set work out for doing myself- Hills remain to be scaled. Collapsed lies master in my hands I shout for a second, and begin to cry High hat into my digit flies ...
- Poetry > Free Versebroken down at the base of the Body facing a field freshly frozen over. it doesn’t matter how high I heat my car or how far I park; the pronged pins prick colder than oldness, and the ibes’ innocent chatter Shatters, breaking bolder than so-called Chosen souls. behind stands Ap...
