the
near blood taste in her mouth
drift
tremble mystery
night
is a cricket frequency
it
is a tide
it
pushes me
against
the dark and
I
lean back against it
laughing,
palming the paint
lingering,
squeezing the scent
of
my humanity dissolving
all
I taste is time wasted
in
my exhales as I
long-trail-whisper
Goddess
names
across
the sky
I
say them again and
again
hoping the stars falling
can
hear me, hoping
they
can feel me wanting
the
distance of skin and thought
to
go away as I muffle
a
scream into my shoulder
so
that I don’t wake any one
on
the street up in these
quiet
velvet hours before Dawn
outside
America
is
a hunted moment
of
lightning bottled
a
bloated
cantankerous
thirsty hoard
that
is just
waiting to be
wanted
too
instead
of cajoled
as
a crumble fantasy
of
blame someone else
on
24 hour news cycles
that
sharpen its teeth
by
dulling our sympathies
as
we give our souls away
little
by little
when
we sleep
under
the yellow sodium sorrow
of
streetlight fantasies
we
are all
the
near ghosts
bleeding
on
digital screens
in
the machines
playing
the anthem
of
a land where
the
melting pot
is
a pipe dream and
taxes
are for
the
daily consumers
of
an oh so much of
not
wanting to see
this
place
in
the light of day
EJR
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A powerful and terrible beauty here, Edward
ReplyDeleteGrazie mille, bella donna, che dipinge, bella canzoni per il mondo per ascoltare...
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is a hunted moment
of lightning bottled
a bloated
cantankerous
thirsty hoard
that is just
waiting to be
wanted too...what a wicked cool stanza...and really like your opening two lines....you do similar a stanza later with the three words...and i like...gives it a nice rhythm...
Thank You so very much for taking the time to read and respond ...I am honored...many blessings...kind sir...
DeleteA bit of the dark yet a touch of light doesn't remain, nicely done!
ReplyDeletegrazie, così tanto...
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ReplyDeleteof blame someone else
on 24 hour news cycles
that sharpen its teeth
by dulling our sympathies
as we give our souls away
little by little
Just an endless onslaught on these shows--your poem moves from the very personal to more societal in a very interesting deliberate way - nice weave. k.
Thank You for seeing the weave...Gratitude...Edward
DeleteI like the way this weaves and expands,and then comes back and then out again. Sometimes, I get lost in that kind of writing but you made it work. I stayed right there with you, loving the words.
ReplyDeleteThank You for listening to the drum beat here...I tend towards frenzy at times...but this, as you astutely observed...had the feel of an accordion membrane song, a modern look at life breathing, exhaling poems...much appreciated stopping by....blessings...Edward
DeletePowerful and good write !
ReplyDeleteThank You for taking the time to stop on by...much gratitude...Edward
DeleteWow. Just wow.
ReplyDeleteGratitude... :)
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