poems

 

Westwood

A town, turning.  Recycled corners flip to busy streets, frame shiny cars queued before red lights,  tastebuds dry for Friday-night cuisine, a paycheck celebration— and another door, cardboarded   For Rent. Local windows watch, hollowed. Make room for more elite.    Highbrows excavate  cornrows of worn books— convenience stores, gifted from father to son— a […]

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In Waiting

Widen, palm. Stay  stretched until you trap  the fruits of your searching.    Widen, palm. Blossom  until resolve drifts towards your buds,  burrows between arabesque petals,  swallows your worry.    Widen, palm. Grasp  the blessing of your stretch.  Let winds massage your spine— Let roots grow taut in vacant soil— sway to passing leaves and […]

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To The Leaf Against My Window

You, coasted towards my dusty Skylight— papyrus thin, lonely gusts weigh you down.  Tapered edges quiver in evening breeze— wind resistance filed you. Jagged curves.    Amber overtakes your emerald shine far from your origin branch. It reached up. Vibrant clusters, jade in bushels flourish and you glistened, once. How long did you dream?    […]

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Jerusalem

Glisten at my edges​—a muted brilliance. An epoch sunset. Gilded mesh borders the arch of my periphery— uneven, like thread lines sewed into your binding.   You, a hushed ovation. Glisten at my edges, sideview veneration.   Let us crawl inside and cradle our arms. Let us mind your radiance and we say nothing.  

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Your Spoon

is one among many. Delicate curve, ballerina limb elongates bowlside— silver extension, perfect steel stillness.   Marvel its patience; its waiting; its breath. Centered, glisten under overture lights— statued posture precedes its practice steps. Envious limbs of similar skill stare,   sidelined. Pointed toes peak behind curtains, half-drawn drawers, veteran steppers. They watch— glimmering faces […]

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To the Squirrel in my Backyard

Do you fear such heights? Body weight cumbers flimsy vine, Lodged at porch-sight, your canopy highrise— agile feet shutter tree branch skirts, invite the morning to lick its leaves, amber glistening forest satin as you leap, pray the next leaf a sturdy dwelling.   Do you doubt your footing? Dash across tightrope aged by yesterday’s […]

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Blue Clock

Chesire – your blue lips bare analogue teeth. Programmed reproach, you mock the ticking time – whispers twitch, jeering at each second passed. Perched, your smirk taunts the wasted breaths below.   Tick, your stillness aches, begs in mockery: Foolish wasters, how I wish I could let this coded grin dysfunction. Quiet my paws in […]

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Animal Prayer

Gazelle, your mother’s treasures have marked you. Her prudence files your uncalloused hooves; her outlook lengthens your hindsight; her patience cambers your spine, bows your head. Regard her alert, the twitch in your ear —   and you’ll feel the earth pulsate under you. her emerald stretches, quivering soil,   your sudden still: you, a […]

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Anorexia Nervosa

You remain lodged in my teeth. Too comfortable in that crease between tongue and cheek, and your foul taste is tangible, plasters my palate in peanut butter quarantine.   Stale cereal snarls – your morning breath inflames my gums, your oven fumes froth behind my lips, gurgle back toward my lungs – I inhale your […]

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Thoughts in Solitude

A recluse, I watch – subject to my post over there, across the way. I watch an untouchable world. I marvel at closed circles, comfortable silences, her eyes cast down at her book his lost in his daydreams. I wonder how they can be in solitude with their elbows grazing so gingerly, as they are.

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