Some poems

Double story-
Beats and rhythm,
Breath semantic,
Breath physical.
Winds along the trees that waver through the branches mimic your breath,
Stories in and stories out,
Chains of rhythm all around.

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a moment bought at high price
soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
a second stolen, pens beseeching
doors close shut, now past the space.

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Handfuls of gravel tossed Are not meaningless
Rasping of wind Patiently shapes desert sands

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every doily coat of arms

The force of savor necessary
Slide the smile across the table
Picked up at the other end,
feel the best that you are able.

But resplendent in long woods
The torment of the wolf resounds,
Burn reticence with leaning pines,
vital breath breaks silly bounds.

film of exoskeleton,
fits the dreaming city's needs
every doily coat of arms
protects a world that wants what seems.

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animus

movement, movement that hates itself, always moving can't escape.
torment, torment will indulge itself, longing dead for your embrace.
the animus raises clawed hands to the sky,
human hands constricted and bloody, sharp nails, i could swear,
could have sworn, yes, hear o people three fingers there seemed to be
on that animus's hand.
not five-
one for you and one for me,
one for agony.

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gone are the days

when starry-eyed whitmans

can describe this city,

feeling its heartbeat.

flown away have the sailors

who personified commerce

on grungy piers.

obscured and infinite, rapid and high-up

the web that pulls this world like a puppet.

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The silence waits beyond the flesh,
The charm of you, the charm of me,
I sought your mind and got your love,
Bare bodies wrought, disarming me.

The distant face works spectral wonders
Wordless wires incise the tablets,
Two eyes drinking in sweet blunder,
Dreams mock touch, we charming three.

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Post script

To you its simple,
said through her:
The reader's mind not sole-ly wound;
Your nimble tricks in metered verse
Render your soul a hole profound,
Twisting, mauling loving sounds.