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come, come what may; the night
is lean and our fingers are fat, candle
clay stubs wrapped round
wine bottle necks,
swapping lipstick with that cold wine
cold sweat -
tang of metal clanging round our
round mouths,
cistern of words that turn to lime
as soon as they are bleached out
come, come what will,
we say,
tumble up the yard
and into the morning
a barbeque growls into life
in the shadows, little ghouls
with the plum-meat of their eyes drawn down
and voices like wet cement being scritched,
scratch their feet
is lean and our fingers are fat, candle
clay stubs wrapped round
wine bottle necks,
swapping lipstick with that cold wine
cold sweat -
tang of metal clanging round our
round mouths,
cistern of words that turn to lime
as soon as they are bleached out
come, come what will,
we say,
tumble up the yard
and into the morning
a barbeque growls into life
in the shadows, little ghouls
with the plum-meat of their eyes drawn down
and voices like wet cement being scritched,
scratch their feet
Literature
6
Either way
It is past seven and there is a rumor that you are coming home.
When I saw you last, I found
that word in your mouth. It was
foreign, a small success for your vocabulary.
I stalked it all the way back to the house,
sucked it clean and dry and no longer holy,
hanging by a horrifying thread.
What will be the first thing you speak of tomorrow;
what wills your growth, what wills you to change?
If we are wanted,
if the earth swirls right, almost cloudlessly,
if you should find my hand and whittle out
a new word
If you hiss
like a turntable
as you try to spin me round and round
It is only seven; I trust you w
Literature
Yesterday.
You used to show me your
skeleton, the secrets inside
of you, your marrow. You
run, you shut your eyes, now.
You shut your eyes at the color
of the flowers, the leaves, everything
is orange. I am gathering
acorns. I am wearing your mask.
Literature
Raw
Hailed as the weeper
that cries in your stead
Those Albatross claws ruptured my redd
Gone is my hollow
of prickly twine
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Sometimes I see a Daily Deviation and figure it wasn't meant to move me - I oft wonder what it takes to be seen and appreciated in that fashion. And then there are the ones that right from the start I read them and say "this ought to be a DD." Oddly enough, it was rather refreshing to come and read this and see that it was in fact one.
Wonderful images and wonderful words. That whole first stanza spoke so loud and clear.
k
Wonderful images and wonderful words. That whole first stanza spoke so loud and clear.
k