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Sharks

June 10, 2007

sharks out of water,
swimming through city sewers:
defense attorneys

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Scrying: Chameleon

June 9, 2007

I walk in silence
with head bent low
my footsteps a whisper
nobody knows

Then I hear her speak of poetry
behind a slightly open door
now i wonder if I’ll ever go back
to the place i was before.

 

[check it out 🙂 The carnival is fun fun fun this week. You might even hear me read, for zee very first time…And if you missed last week’s carnival, check it out at Chameleon’s other blog. I like taking a trip back there for the cotton candy and the wonderful pieces posted by those who participated.]


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en vino veritas

June 3, 2007

tom collins

 

sparkling summer night
heart slaking affinity

chemistry sealed lips

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In white

May 30, 2007

summer wedding bells
veil the laughing bride in lace
white as straightjackets

*my first haiku! woohoo

 

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Protected: Penis Envy

May 26, 2007

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Bittersweet

May 26, 2007

I lie languid,
staring at ceilings,
taking comfort
in a box of
chocolate
hearts
that look like
up-ended butts:
full and smooth
until
it is snapped
across the middle,
raining sweet
jagged pieces
into my mouth,
dissolving
like aspirin
and scarring
my tongue.

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Questions and Answers

May 24, 2007

 

 

For Poetry Thursday on Dialogues.

Questions and Answers

You sat with me
under the sky-clad heaven
and I asked
if stars can be reincarnated
You laughed at my curiosity
and we blamed the world
for not knowing the answer:

I laughed and
found you
laughing with me.

I longed
to sit beside you
behind the moon
and find out how long
its shadow is
a little longer,
in some places , perhaps.
But I know we could do
without such questions.

I think I’ve had
a little too much
to drink.
And now stripped
of certainty, I am a child again
who grew up to fast
finding myself dizzy,
with slurred heart-confessions:

I laughed and
found you
laughing with me.

Behind the smoke
you exhaled and
the soul I inhaled,
we kissed,
tracing the beginning
of each contact
and I wonder
whether my lips
meant something more.

You wake me
from dreams
of chasing equal signs
making me realize
that reality is of two wholes
in a plane of acceptance.
My heart beats fast
to find yours
in the same incongruent sync:

I laughed and
found you
laughing with me.

I search with lips,
with tongue for
answers that might be
found under a blanket of skin,
on a bed of grass,
in a perfect equation.

Morning streaks
through the leaves
delivering a new-born star
making darkness irrelevant
because after all,

I laughed
and
found
you.

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Trespass

May 18, 2007

You left the lights on again…

I tread through
the floor that doubled
as your closet space,
carefully weaving
my way through the
empty coke bottles
and scratched CDs
you buy everyday.

My foot grazed
a stack of worn books
you taught me to read
and I tripped,
landing on the carpet
I took hours to pick
only to be patterned
by cigarette burns.

I lay still
staring at the
signed poster of
our favorite band
before pulling myself up
on the bedpost
you normally hung
the cap I gave you.

I sat on the bed
and stroked the stain
that you attempted
to get rid of
countless times
with bleach that
only ended up
wrinkling your hands.

I stood up
and approached
the switch,
longing to touch it,
remembering all the times
I disturbed your sleep
and begged you
to do it for me.

Instead I turned
and retraced my path,
resisting the urge
to leave a sign
of my trespass,
even if it was just
a simple act of
switching the lights off.

For you.

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Forepray

May 18, 2007

Tonight I am on a pilgrimage.

I kneel before the bed
that is your pedestal,
gazing up at your image of
half-closed eyes and half-open mouth.
Like a good devout, I reach out to trace
the invisible skein of your senses,
fingertips trailing goosebumps
along your belly and inner thighs.

I bow my head to greet your other one,
beginning the slow litany of
caresses climbing your world-tree
using reverent lips that have
always chanted your name.
I speak in tongues that lick, flick
and swirl around in fervent worship,
until it is you that begs me
to take you inside the altar

that is my mouth.

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Sleight of Hand

May 16, 2007

“Destiny is in your hands.”

It was right after graduation when
I heard it from a fortune teller,
my silver quickly disappearing into
the darkness of her robe before
I could snatch it back. I started
telling her to at least fool me a bit
but she cut me off by closing the flap
over the gaping mouth of the carnival tent.

I looked on silently as she
called out to the night sky,
arms raised gracefully,
catching slivers of
moonshine in her hair-
softly spun strands of
shimmering magic lengthening
then weaving itself into visions

in my palm as her fingertip traced
the lines to the edges of my hand where
it went on to transform into glowing
strings tied to things I have touched:
pencils, clutched tightly through exams,
books, held both with wonder and boredom,
chalks, crumbling into powder as my
teachers wrote about the hands of

mothers cradling us to sleep,
fathers guiding our first steps,
classmates hi-fiving each other in hallways,
friends pulling us up or embracing us
so our lifelines entangle in knots-
leaving imprints of each other,
plaiting futures into any path
we may wish to follow.

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Burned

May 11, 2007

You must find it
fascinating how–
moths are riveted
to the flickering pyre
you dangle
in between fingertips.
Its wings dance
alongside silent, gray tendrils
escaping your breath.
Circling around,
irrevocably drawn
to the sighs
that kiss your lips.
Saltine beads,
tease your temple,
then your cheekbone,
curving around your jaw.
A faint smile shows
your minute amusement
at how this creature
will leave a field of flowers
for the scent of sweat.
This drab cousin
of the butterfly,
craves attention
and will stay still
on your palm
staring up
in simple-minded wonder
at the meteor
about to burn
its wings.

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Black Label

May 10, 2007

Johnny Walked
into a bar,
his swagger prompting
the dancing crowd to part.

He made his way toward her
as she raised her glass
in greeting.
He stares into her eyes
with arrogance fermented
from bottles of anonymity.

They dance,
she succumbing to his tempo,
one mastered
with each sip,
each smile
in every blotted invitation–

intentions hidden
behind each gasp of
black swirling liquid,
searing
through cork and stopper
(throat and chest)
ripping
through the labels
(one button after the other)
pooling
on the floor
(when weakened knees give way).

Johnny walked away,
his swagger a tempered warmth
providing a cold safety
that lingered in the dregs.

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