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Twisted Sky by RestlessSands Twisted Sky :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 4 0 See... by RestlessSands See... :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 2 0 Observe by RestlessSands Observe :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 3 0 Walk by RestlessSands Walk :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 6 0 Early Mornings by RestlessSands Early Mornings :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 9 1 I will go... by RestlessSands I will go... :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 7 5 Bear by RestlessSands Bear :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 3 0
Literature
Ice in the Chess(t)
When I dream
I dream of chess
pieces
turning to wood and stone
after living long lives
on whaling vessels
in the very far north.
A grizzled sea captain
turning into a king.
Where the reddest grasses of the north
pressed and distorted under rivers of ice
are thrumming into checkered zigzags.
Crushed rose-tinted ice
in the elm
of these chess pieces,
white in the eyes
where they are glassy
with memory of
A rush the rush
of a tidal wave,
of leaves
laden with smoke,
of birds returning to a
cliff face
smokey with ice.
Of a cigar crusty
with sea foam,
silhouettes in salt
where the sun touches only,
barely touches
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elementary refraction by RestlessSands elementary refraction :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 6 3 hush by RestlessSands hush :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 8 5
Literature
erosion
i hunt you
always in the dim coriander shadow
shelves of thought.
it became a worry when
this  obsession
began
to taste like lemon
and burning walnut,
like myself,
       with an alien flame
roiling up inside
the sunken balsam-wood.
the grains in me bow
wherever you slay them
and a lash of cheek in the mirror
caught in the wrong light
when i turn
looks like your
hands unfolding
another map
as your knuckles
linger and
shake against the steering wheel
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Literature
salt
i of you,
such a beautiful mess, intertwined and overrun.
your arms, copper lips, citrus,
a lovin' with a twist.
my summer away at space pirate camp,
i took to howling with you the first thunder of june;
flesh, storms,
the hunt for human brains,
     Maybe Zombies Just Want To Hug?
       - 6 lies to tell yourself if shipwrecked.
i can't explain the feelings i get.
wakewalking,
   blue dream before i sleep:
   the soul cupping rice (glass figurines, lamp light eyes).
my fear is milk two sugars.
       drink drink drink
       beneath it all,
               floral growth, silver spoons,
               featherweight
               fox teeth,
           losing my spine, strange preoccupations with skin,
       idle...
               maps.
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Literature
the hungry look...
the hungry look,
the wolves
weaving through
and around
  the gully of your throat like wraiths,
we can feel you rusting, lost one;
i know that drainpipes and fenders
begin to crackle after winter wet
and that there’s a touch of snow
in all of us,
but no one,
no one could hold you as tightly as you do,
your whole body, bloodless in this arrest,
and if you will not let your fetters show
i will show you
there’s a place for going, and you haven’t gone there yet;
where quantum particles, once in contact, can retain a connection
even when separated
where you
wander up to a stranger
with your shirt inside-out
and say ‘don’t mind me, i am just a deer come out to observe the world’
some strange magic, that once done, cannot let go
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i give you this thought.. by RestlessSands i give you this thought.. :iconrestlesssands:RestlessSands 21 12
Literature
scientist
cedar, and the transparency of light
crawling through a cola bottle
you look through space
and then you look at me
and see my miniature;
sunglow, the word i use for you is
the color of premature saffron or
wild maize,
a man belly up
and being poured into it
an eon of yellow ore -
is the same wanting of living,
the same humanness broken
if i were to run my hands
through you,
i'd disappear into the ether
so long at space
were i to touch you now
it would be an old bell of sound
and you would be an hourglass
of measuring
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Literature
blue
here, out of the flightless ink of fish,
the coals are moonlit-blue, and pierced
by little bodies -
       turtles -
little bodies made for brawling
in the great apricot cold -
bumpy heads and peanut shells
and silence dismantled
wherever they shift
through the sandy
dark -
every fin is a petition
for water, a body of water
to bury into
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Journal
Something that happened today
Only it isn't today any longer, it almost never is but the one time,
but still it was today when it happened.
There's been no poetry poking about in my soul
these days but I've been circumspect about it
and counseled myself that like a bear in winter
it may not be dead but only growing cubs,
living off stored fat, and sleeping.
Today I was at the grain store buying feed
for my four horses. The man who loads the grain
out of the warehouse is leathery and lean as an old bean.
He's chatty and kind, and when I have dogs in the car
he gives them too many biscuits and has to wait to load
the grain bags till they finish.
So as I said, this vessel for the poetry she-bear (me)
was buying and he was loading and chatting and about the third
bag he asked me what kind of horses I had, and I told him,
and then he said to me that when he were a young man
there was a Morgan mare lived on the farm of a man he worked for,
and only he could load this mare onto a horse trailer when it was time
for her and
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Literature
Jazz
   is
the rustle
of sheets
when you
drag them
back onto
the bed;
   is
the way
dust trips
the dark
fantastic on
velvet stretched
into more
than blue;
   is
thick marrow
soured with
acid reflux,
a raging
waveless ocean
turned to
wine with
the twilight.
And tremors...
And tremors.
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Literature
We Are Infinite
Warmth.
the music speeds up.
laughter
it fills me up
this fountain pen
pours forth
this old lamp
touch the edges and
let the beads brush the skin
yarn running through
the fingers
smooth sheets
for the first time
in awhile
I feel whole.
the back of the head
the whisper
fingers
lace and paper and roses and drums and
fingers and chins and questions
and drums and fabric and birds
I enjoy these people.
makeup
stories
calm excitement
I can feel
this energy
thriving
as if
at any moment
I will burst.
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