unSaid (archive)

Said (in all the glory of confusion)

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bowing bucking swaying nods like

a call to prayer to the minows,

1st Kowtow

2nd Nod

3rd Touch your toes… strain

as the inverted nod catches the glint of spring light.

 

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stuck in space.
almost starting,
almost lingering,
almost finished.

Within whys and without what wait.
for non-existent pauses.

there cannot be words required if there’s
no mumbling rumble of future analysed.

silence echoes only my dripping sweat.
endlessly.

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In the light of then I strayed,
stary. I hoped for your salvation from the I I feared.
It seemingly seams itself now.
Focused eyes don’t notice blur.
How now love,
I dare not the trespass of chaos come again.

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In strutting light
from a time of innocent pain.
new lightformed naivete flowed.
poured from that time so long ago.
i almost prayed.

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To awaken, I hope I dream thought.
Think dreaming refines retrospect forward.
Forwardly facing backwards sates centre.
Centred inbetweens make hold.
Whole.

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In a curtain of smoke. (a record)

Rolling, it twirls and wondered
blue, shimmering
in the piercing florescent shafts.
It coiled away the colored grinning dinosaurs.
Wrapped in its grey curtain,
my fingers follow black furrows
in your head.
Quiet.Eyes shut.Soft.
Wishing me poured into the black gaps.

still now. hush.
Tame not my longing for your love.
I stay,
grey around till the smoke lifts.

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You remind me of a bookmark,

expensive, tucked neatly in-between fine papers,

gorgeous, yet never the attention,

formed, without a meaning.

rolereplaced by receipt/napkin of convenient

by the blaseharriedvoraciousevil reader,

banished to favorite (one after virgin) novel

to sit lovingly in yellowing uncoated offset stock.

In books, never the words or the world.

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Daughter of Dr Chee

I only knew him as dad
pa, papa, daddy.
Big, strong,
knew my favorite color, food, toys, things,
Speaks quietly to me
and to fields and buildings loudly.
I hug his thigh,
he gently strokes my head;
while everyone else looks,
idly,
shaking their heads.

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if Utopia. Istoomuchto ask
for that one grant world
where I can hold you.

i mean just hold;

with nuanced grip.
waxed and waned guilt.

for do i hold strongsoftnotatall?

my hand rubbing my stubble is not mine
poke. poked buttons stay. allay lonely every.

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