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horizons last echo
april sky so soon
drifting on a serpents tail,
leave things unsaid
as land sloop nods it’s sails
passing by
current winds darkly,
past rises and falls
heart regains soft perfume
and patient curve of dreams,
the dose of milky words is measured
and watch strong veins yield,
fertile nymph swift winged
with gentle reprimand and sweet caress
each phrase an anchor
she is the earth i sought
connect and chains alike rendered
into length across the gulf
range to stars and hand shaped sun,
beam downward facing light
it’s shift as hot as a hammer strike,
layers heat stripped back
pool of her shine
into a naked dance
witnessed by constellation
who appraised and agreed,
becoming fugitives
beyond a shouting earth
we fled on the arch
of freedoms ray
crawl to the knife
seismic interuptions
with sun borne gas epicentre
thunderous resonance of the cosmos,
catching messages from those afar,
accidental theorists
will counter color and comma’s of red,
is it a soup
our primal soup vindicating our creation
pulsing veins of human arrogance
take out a thousand letters to the truck,
count the terrorists who will object to
seeing her,
yes in the window of our setting harmony,
naked without dressing
and man’s venhement spit
cast from the place of serpents dwell
crawling with a whetted vengenance
and absolute length of time to survive,
her womb a dish
for the swimming and the egg to explore
and collide with cellular distraction,
it is her charm in nakedness to be our fear,
her gaze outreaches to that fury
of orange concentrics and geometry
we will be seen
we will be born,
to live by those messages
from those afar
Robert Delauny
Charles Bukowski – Oh Yes
union horses on the interstate
behind hood and dashboard
his mind with hers
still rested in the ninth house,
blacktop travelling at interstate speed,
control firm,
music loud not slight,
with a long sigh pressed her head against
him,
often as companions traveled
now had a quest,
possessions as much as they where
poured into the trunk to be sorted on
arrival,
unwind as you will from society,
be bold in the colors
your heart has started to wear,
those who are skeptical
will not understand,
that beyond that frontal lobe threshold
lies a dense form
filled with thought and the saturate
of free will,
no alexander sword could cut
the feeling
each blow opposed,
red paint reflects those horses and riders
galloping along side with defined stride,
the future lies in the echoes
of the smile
room to let at the end of the cosmos
i keep her flatpack
with the armadillo
and awkward typewriter
in a set of drawers,
sat lopsided in one corner
of a once oblong room
concealed by dust
whose motes once illuminate
by the moon
it’s dream fills the window
and spills on floor,
i was at my peak
not meaning that poor
comment of manhood
in those shorts
with memory of yesterday,
but my written word
pages in courier 12 point
bound by petals
picked from a border
lost in objective
of growth and color,
agent calls from that golf course
clubhouse,
voice already mixed with alcohol
so that vowels elongated
consonants stumbled,
staff attended his empty glass,
i voided my verbal bowels
and got him to hang up,
needing more than a cigarette
or cut up powders,
locks down some thought
to translate later,
room empty
pit of stomach empty
hunger that daily reward,
i moved back to drawer
could cardboard live,
without instruction
manual lost
one furious session,
fingers would be stone
immovable unable to build,
she would remain
away concealed as a secret
while i furnished my heart
ready to receive,
yet still blank
to what should be felt
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Beyond Caring
deep silence
audible in the calm,
lit by blood
made from skin,
love a human industry,
his intentional face
written with what
only darkest nights bring,
she reflected what he saw
and had her own
flickering gleam,
restaurant a stage
on which they now played,
a filmy invitation glowed
the mellow strained juices
of calm
thickened by shudder of
her lips,
ecstasies spell knotted
by one kiss,
doubt a pain long gone,
she would know the
hungering weight
and he the feverous
unbound liberty
Joseph Lorusso
Portrait of Things
a handful of ocean
to replace the tears,
that stung razor cut aqueous humor
pressured by fluid on cheeks
and tasted at corners of mouth,
in her protective nest
among the rushes society grew,
her temptation an anchor
buried in water and weeds
souring by the day,
soiled tongue darkened by
language and apprehensive pain
of words that can hurt,
she had left him behind
the one who became a shadow,
yet her cleft had known his
two fingers
and tobacco kiss ,
rising up on tidal swell
she placed herself away
into the corner
until he had definitely gone,
the powder of air
would fall and settle,
and finding strength
climb from nest
onto another’s cotton shoulders
and exaggerate her heart
artist ; Isabelle Rolles
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/sunday-mini-challenge-dolls-revisited.html
The Great Exchange
i choke on all bestiary tales that dismorph the heart
all alone in the cabin that disfigures,
tremor of hands that will not still,
abridged conditions i accept,
a pct considered unholy,
i choke on all bestiary tales that dismorph the heart,
raven cleansed lungs sing and breathe,
the burden of my loins sold with caution,
her breasts turn bitter as she wails pain,
i choke on all bestiary tales that dismorph the heart
solitude an empty bed without,
she now silent by my blade and kiss on brow,
that carpetbag of immense wealth,
i choke on all bestiary tales that dismorph the heart
spills gold glitter into my eyes,
and what i see turns dark as they fail
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