Category: Poetry
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The Geranium Machines
The rose bushes are plummeting upward My baby-blue sick guts Calculating out the time In a warp, a bend Of space all nonsense Geranium machines Rattling off methodical defense Bullet showers in the windows Curtain calls Charm and sun and blood The euphoric day of another world Take me to Eden Sands A place in Read more
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Like July
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To lie down and cry Would be to admit defeat For a man A soldier Etching in his yellow notebook The war rages on out there A sky full of bullets and smoke Howls of the innocents Where are the government men? Who shout the war cry loudest Where are their guns and blood? Where Read more
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Lonely Motel
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Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors Square, curtained windows A jagged neon sign Black circles and yellow arrows A lonely smear of bruised sky One that makes the heart swell And the soul inflate Broken people crawl inside Weary travelers on Read more
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Thunder Owls
With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter from the rain Through Old England searching Voices arguing in the distance Clomping hooves on the bridge overhead Yellow lamps Their light desperately reaching out Through the bursting torrents of water Thunder owls howl through Read more
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36 Beautiful Scars
I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones out in the hall All the unforgiving and unforgivable things Line up like cracked dolls The shelf leans left The audacious propaganda on red and white A clock still ticks in an attic Time kept Read more
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Naked On a Rock
Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the distance bathed in sunlight The chattering of birds breaks the silent sound of snow This orange sherbet world A dream, an escape The air is clean, crisp One could crack it like a cracker The Read more
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Lost Souls of the Mind
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A beaten grocery cart lies on its side In an empty, stained parking lot An abandoned store sits lifeless A canvas for lost souls of the mind Signage ripped away Glass sliding doors now a portal of black A blemish of capitalism remains We tear apart the Earth for products Mansions of plastic and digitized Read more
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Moonlight Road
The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book They appear between the black slats of the rigid leafless trees I have to stop and hold my stomach The sudden yet momentary ache of true life The path is wide and mostly straight A Read more
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