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Garden Gate: Poetry Maybe #24
Don’t be frightened if I disappear Don’t count the minutes until I come backIf you are vengeful, I won’t be silent Everyone will know that you and your current wife are wasteful beggars. “Should I message you again?” No thanks. It is remarkablethat one can survive with a quarter of what you felt like you…
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poetry maybe #23 – Morning Dishwasher
He began as dishwasher the morning of the debutante ball By the afternoon, the company made him an actor boarding house brunch with no lines When the moon came afterwards , the arrival of sweet whales was the only thing the crowd had seen. The horizontal purple shapes were vibrant orchards of Betty and Rudolph…
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Poetry Maybe #21: Perseus and Andromeda
Perseus and Andromeda He craves her like a plant craves egg shells and coffee grounds She makes him feel unusual when she focuses all of her attention on him and offers to make breakfast He refuses eggs and toast offers to drive ten miles and pay out of his own pocket for donuts. Why delay…
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Poetry Maybe #19
You don’t care what anyone thinks Your word are spare. Stinging in the most graceful styleHas your time with the flower been absent of petals to operate? What’s the difference if the flowers surge towards where their conscience leads – by train to homeland or steamboat that passes Memphis. The Crystal Shrine Grotto is isolated…
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Poetry Maybe #18
common prey chasing their predator round and round the planet stars falling out of step a pisces/leo love match made on a wish made of Hector Lavoe records and shots of moonshine one afternoon the universe answered by telling them to undo the last commitment wash it away with mint julep forget that lush feeling…
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Poetry Maybe #15
Moonstone grey moonstone should be in the cart with pills to make me drowsy or not drowsy atomic sunshine could not keep me awake the ghost haunts my dreams and i want to stay where the memory is gold carefully hidden under a forest of photos and unsent letters the handful of bright lonesome memories…
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Poetry Maybe #12: Broken Ladder
What can you do when the ladder breaks and shatters your intentions into thoughtful pieces that fly higher than that tall girl who was always on ecstasy? Remember how she strained her body into prying positions? In closets under the stairs. Behind dead-of-night doorways She can’t reach the polished star without a ladder even with…
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Poetry Maybe #12
What can you do when the ladder breaks and shatters your intentions into thoughtful pieces that fly higher than that tall girl who was always on ecstasy. Remember how she strained her body into prying positions? In closets under the stairs. Behind dead of night doorways She can’t reach the polished star without a ladder…
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Poetry Maybe #3: bone sister witches
More poetry. Still writing. Hope to fill up at least one notebook this year. Comments welcome. Sort of. Just be kind. 🙂 bone sister witches bone sister witches library home and woods dangerous whispers metal trapped minds ducking under branches into onion-skin air tacky neighbors with intentional grounding peeking out of dirty kitchen windows tricky…
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Poetry maybe #2: Pretty in a Box
Another week and another poetry maybe post. I’m glad to still be writing. Pretty in a box Can we afford all of the dolls? Invite the internet To admire the dolls No one can be Instafamous Without fillers or filters. Don’t yawn too much. No wriggling. No giggling Polish then polish again Until the wrinkles…
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