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Said as it Was
the clock as a passenger
looks with helpless hands,
as time often cast upon
the rocks of mans momentum
stalls past and present collide,
memory that flattering
cinemagraph of the synaptic’s
relays something other than was,
short breaths come
falter far from the heart,
we as living in this space
age,
flesh wither
wrinkles cluster and deepen
bones become fragile,
yet we strive to linger on
place ourselves as memory on others
so that it is not in vain
even a fragile hand held
is a memory,
cruel tides wash through time
that pull and toss you about,
so steady you remain
until that moment,
that flesh becomes shell
and memory is a function
of recollection,
not ready
it happens
now it is time to accept
and face your own reflection
again
I Am The Same Curse
i stood where i started from
listening to envy greed and lust,
my throat a weight unfreshened
refused to sing along,
echo around the laundromat
radio splashed it’s autumn gold,
in front of machine
behind me things i will never see,
thrum of rolling drum comforts,
hardship would one day
strike me to the grave,
for now though dead has life,
cool evening passing
food would be another sacred handout,
vinyl abstract floor
with cycle nearly done,
i had a book with words
your last fingers wrote,
the answer had been
when i kissed your hair
you a shining strip torn from me
an accident occupying a seconds space
my frenzied heart and hands
gave last touch,
before ambulance came,
now folding clothes softly
you are in me again
my sight is not wearied out,
and i will go
i must sleep
but only as a stone would
as dreams do not gather
Necrosed Ideology
itch/
raw pressed flesh sore
beyond scabs flecked insolence
sigh/
blood threads awful sign
of tangible fluid
life in crimson
listen/
orchestrated pain
handheld waves of distraction,
tainted tongue sings mettallic
milky/
secreted thoughts weeping tears,
unfurled ideals a barren burned flag,
lighten the heart as you pick
rushes/
into the arena
no pressed olive leaves or branches
all that was ancient spilled
overnight into turgid oceans swell
glassy/
eyes of expectant ones
embracing the sore flesh your body
offers
tragic tide of words come
slicks/
the machinations of policy
as the wounded lain in constitution
heart blasts trumpet
from the top
all visibility is bright in context
and the healing begins
Inner Child Press
See the whole page my poem http://www.innerchildmagazine.com/poetry-with-laurasue.php
With Jeffrey A Saunders Sr
http://jefferyasanderssr.yolasite.com/blog.php
and also Louis Rams
https://www.facebook.com/poetlou
And LauraSue Guitterez whose column with Inner Child Press it is and i am so grateful
Dispersal
when the only gift is grief
don’t cast it aside,
it may immerse you and
hold you under,
but only for a short while
till realization comes about,
then you can take it
out of the box and
plain wrapper,
lift and look at it from all
angles,
it can be an energy
not a substitute
to ordinary life,
look at it this way
and the pain will nourish
not malinger
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