Preservation
This day, my strength
my now bright vision and hope
To pour an ether on it
and let it slumber, I wish
to keep it just for a while.
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Honey Comb
The swarm can be heard
from a great distance, working
busily for sweetness,
not at all like our work.
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To the Bones
From inside the arm
to the hollow the leg
and the eternal grin beneath
my temporary one, a rigid
structure beneath vacillation.
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Hungry Mouth
They have stretched yawning
mouths and stretched gorging
hearts and their words are
fishhooks to attract our souls
with a subtle inward sting.
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The Way of Death
Imagine: The highway stretched
forward with dark crows cawing,
a fire burning always,
and how many groping along that
path when a calm one sits near.
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Lips
A thin stream of promise
delivering todays sermon
and heat, the bottom one
loping down like a pelican
beak and catching all truth.
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Perversity
Look at his loud and glaring
way, how he dishonors and grins
and how he pushes his arms
around unwilling passersby.
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The Wink
Unspoken message sent
beneath the membrane of words
with a constant blinking eye.
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The Cast
They gather, reading through
their lines, not knowing who
wrote the script, but playing
their parts with vigor.
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Taking It In
I am sometimes the macrophage
ready to swallow the earth
and all its contents until
a spot of reason burns in
and stops my chewing jaw.