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Faster towards the Edge

the world won’t wait,

clouds swirl

faster than ever,

ready to make the

leap,

yesterday

will pale

as tomorrow

it’s army of futures

undecided

gets closer,

and now i am

ready

What the Eyes don’t see.

stripped of caffeine

and day lengthening

barbiturates,

a warm calm

prickled his skin,

beside him drawing

short and sharp

on his cigarette

his friend with the

grand idea,

sun snapshot

in rearview ,

spiked fences

invisible people

cars all but gone,

beyond the strip mall

warehouse

seen in reflection

filled with flatscreen tv’s,

eyes lingered

9mm on dash

would he need it,

tapping on wheel

patience becoming

vague,

nothing spoken in

over an hour,

like a film forming

over skin self realization,

not morality

grasped the gun

pointed at his friend

and ordered him out,

fired up a tiring engine,

pulled away,

till he could not see

sun and warehouse

rearview any more.

Lean against the letting go

like pressed garlic
creamy crushed
husk blown away,
i held her
forgetting the argument,
forgiveness and
playing with that
blonde hair
thinking of tomorrow

http://rustytruck.wordpress.com/2012/03/24/lean-against-the-letting-go-by-christopher-lawrence/

This was done for Richard Brautigan’s Birthday

Richard Brautigan

1935–1984

 

 For all things Brautigan visit http://www.brautigan.net

WOW

what a word is Wow,

but that exclamation

as you enter

a room,

brushing light

aside in your wake

so all that is visible

is you,

carving that path

with feet so accurate,

that it is a trail no

other can follow,

in exclamation

a loud breath

escaping unmuffled

raising to roofbeams

and lingering there,

not ready to fall

keeping you exalted,

with chest held

part in tremor,

that feeling will not

subside,

wow is so simply said

yet resonant forever.

Rubber Deflections

words so rubber

in texture they

can be taken

from the mouth

and bounced across

the floor,

dense and rebounding,

resonating on every

surface,

felt even deeper

trying to catch them

even harder

in the twilight

slatted through blinds

without the lamp

and it’s sullen yellow

you would struggle

to combat

the onslaught of words

careening off walls and

surfaces,

in this activity

anger and notion dwindled

till settling in a corner,

coated in dust that

comes from nowhere,

and did you really

want to catch any

just in case they hurt.

Torn by Sea

Earths angry tremors

sends a tide

sprawling over walls

roads ,houses, and hearts

a bitter ocean

leaving debris

shattered timber

shattered souls,

but rise as a reef those

who remain embracing

all touching without insolence

unified we reach out

and hold hands

gathering and standing

as friends

and remember

In memory of those who lost their lives on March 11th 2011 and for those who are now rebuilding.

walking path glazed dark

 sea suspending either side

 soft heart out of reach

primitive flesh

pale against dark,

sinews of night

by candle,

honeyed voices

and gentle sways

of lullabies

arches of iridescence

illuminate painted walls

a moment

extends it’s life

a passenger riding

an hour,

touches that burn

nature that betrays

beyond the hour

all will extinguish

and bear no revealing

marks..

sick now and then

on the flight,

watching the carolina shore

shrink out of view

and the sea

dragging its bulk into view

i let all thoughts

wander,

do you sometimes

feel that you should

be somewhere else

another day,

or another planet

thats what happens

as you slip into the cradle

of premonition,

a realization,

or understanding

as you feel the plane

dip and see the smoking

flare engorge the engine

no wonder you feel sick

now and then..

Hair yellower than torchlight

.86 acre of land

a house

boathouse on the extreme

in this place

tongued by wavelets

scented moss

naked

upon moth devoured blankets

I saw her hair

was yellower by torchlight ..

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Bathed in

spare light splendor

of desire,

solar burst linger

that seeps throughout

held in this,

suspended,

as a fly in resin

i rest knowing

with satisfaction

the true ache

of love.