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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Amber drunk eyes, and speckled skin. His arms poked from the stranger’s extra-terrestrial bag. Where were the X-files? He let me confiscate and search his bag. I noticed this guy, he Was bleeding over my shoes Yup, there’s the evidence. There’s a peasant, delicious malt ball to the heart...
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    Amber molts and speckled cream poked from the stranger's foreign bag He let me come, and look around. I felt the lump, wetted from the hunt. A pheasant's corpse wrapped in cotton cloth. The motley shades drew me in. I squeezed the throat, fanned out the down. Purples, blues, light jade Dark...
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    Slowing down in vertigo sleet. Our portal Into the killing. His old man’s barn and the snagging fence, pushed us away From its overlook. It was a barrel-gun dawn, becoming a crockett eve. We were stuck in Frost’s stare, and his clench promised to choke us all. Hunter green caps and drab ...
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    Corduroy pockets and condensing Hershey bars They weren’t anything to realize. In fire cooled evenings, and humid dripping noons They were there, right there, for us. I would slap them on the cheek, dashed And we flooded the house with our revenge They let me ember off, and then They’d hu...
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    The waffle board of Sunday morning A congregation expecting a meal drives me to the exit, the end, the bend in the road. I smile, pretending to serve them brunch But I twitch for the handle To enter the car, to be Liberated from cherried porcelain and rococo wood. Jumping, I start the Chevro...
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    Dishes are stacked flat, sucking the bottom of a glistening sink. The diamond smoothed counter is greased from upturned buttered toast. She revels in the doorway, modified in a starchy layman’s uniform. Bobby pins handle her tired, fly-away hair. Cantaloupe rinds rest on a tea dish, their outer...
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    Acadia, heaven we’ll not win Creating me, sun dying in the east Autumn remedy, like broken metal spring, Leaves, falling flat. Acadia, will you let me in? The glass, melted to your door. Acadia, will you let them in Through your pallid skin? Ruins, of this former life Of your continued s...
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    A stop sign, and a message. Time is coursing thin. Blue torn jeans and discovery’s unrest, for me but not for him. The car stops, the door opens. A resolute sun beams overhead, and my hand goes up like a salute. To defend against the fiery air. “Come in, mon cherie, you can take the back. I...
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    Let sleeping dogs lie, spoken through ages past Let us deny, what reaches across Ignore anxious tidings, of what may come to pass Let sleeping dogs lie, lest they be cross Let sleeping dogs lie, let them torment The hapless dreamers, the streamers you lent Let sleeping dogs, all growl at the...
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    I am afraid. I am afraid of people, of places, of nouns. I am afraid of flying, of thinking, of speaking, of verbs. Of a world that lives to break me, or, At least always seems like it wants to I am afraid of those who spite me, who Don’t understand what I do And never will. I am afr...

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