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Ask for a world in which
the white recedes and colour
bleeds back in. You can feel a
hand again as it softly strokes
your hair - and you know it's your own.
Nothing takes you from pain like
its own promise. And where is promise?
Ask for a primrose world, one that means
something beautiful but you don't know what
it means. You can walk
in its colour, softly, all day and that
will do for when the white comes back, thinking
of taking you. You can't feel your hand
again but you know it will return when
the colour bleeds back in.
the white recedes and colour
bleeds back in. You can feel a
hand again as it softly strokes
your hair - and you know it's your own.
Nothing takes you from pain like
its own promise. And where is promise?
Ask for a primrose world, one that means
something beautiful but you don't know what
it means. You can walk
in its colour, softly, all day and that
will do for when the white comes back, thinking
of taking you. You can't feel your hand
again but you know it will return when
the colour bleeds back in.
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on not knowing.
this road was ten miles long.
i traveled barefoot.
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She was Beautiful
We have a daughter
called poetry
quiet with little fuss
looking up
& molding us as god.
Her small verbs
span indifferent cities,
aloof mountain ranges,
& the hours of
blank faced clocks
between sunrises.
She knows there are
worse things than dark
the black waters of the mind
are scarier.
We have created her
from love,
pressed & dried bouquets
& willow sticks
things only we
could make a life from.
One day we'll wake up
as different people
but the magic
of a shared procreation
will keep us tied
wanting to see each other's
newly patchworked faces.
We have a daughter
called poetry
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a tongue of tea leaves
she has spoken with a tongue of tea leaves
the autumn pied piper
across discarded beer bottles
plays to the phantoms
of summer
the wind, her dusky eyes
a twinge to her rouged lips
rouge, and ragged
her nail polish sparkles
little asteroids glitter
like Orion's belt
she has three places, out of time
three droplets of crystal
the crystalline
she, with her tongue of fortunes
the divine, prediction, prey and predator
she's counting courtship flowers
the tolling bells
among absinthe and aromatic rings
the nettle and bee stings
so that between chances
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haven't written here in a while but here's a thought.
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I ask for that world - for any world half as lovely