that feeling– the
warmth/numb of skin under self–
how
nerve folds,
burning/
casting in for fear of char–
that breath/
stagnant,
waiting
for tide of motion to sooth/to part its
wake–
that silence,
boiling steady in simmer’d spot
so distant as to be unreachable yet
scarring to touch–
what
lies upon this wind in making fragrance/heat
a palpable taste of something/
of lightened air
in rub of ‘neath?
Category: Poems
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that feeling
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el ranchitos
Eyes:strange. Grin:grimaced.
Curve:’volving toward your eyes/your grin/your motion, quieted in lax of gravity/
your ‘deas, deeper-sought in memory’s time–
unraveled, you
drape to floor/to feet/to
thigh/to chest/to
grin/to
eyes.
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i sit here,
i sit here,
motion’d but moving-not,
alone
but accompany’d.who follows
guide-
lines hoping for a path
to per-
fection– longing!a knowledge
not of Quiet’s retreat,
but of
water-walking.
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you’re going the other way
on a road some 5 miles out from greenville,
you scoot on by with my head in tow
and i can’t help but smile
knowing you’re going the other way/
somewhere far from me,
somewhere you oughtta be but
damn if you don’t keep me wanting to
go farther from here.
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the palms
i got those callouses on the palms/the type you said you’d never mind/well, now’s the time and you’re behind on ya promise/where’s the world you were ‘spose to give?/where’s the life you SAID you’d live?/where’s the fortune?/who’s the fool?/which way to the ocean?/i’m tired of buying fuel/where is the love i felt when you first smiled?/is this place a hole?/am i climbing or still slippin’/trippin’/fallin’ ’til these feet stop stallin’/refuse to leave ‘cuz those wounds hurt to heal/are those words still ‘live on wind where these ears can’t listen or is the current ever-after already?
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billet-doux
riding down 264 to a place i’d rather not know, but damn if it isn’t the best-lookin land in all the world/the place you can fall down to and never wanna rise back from/the lil town surroundin’ the grove and george slumped by the side and we’re just looking for a reason to pull over/a station to hum along to/fuck the words when you got that beat/the rhythm/the electricity/that energy that makes ya wanna move/soothes ya/holds ya/calms down the fumping heart/takes ya back to the time, yeah, you know, that one time you remember so well cuz the feeling never left ya/just covered by some memories/ah, how’d you miss it when you never left it
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swamp
from dusty orange to
water/island blue with
wavey-white wisps, wandering
in the suspended, Starlit sky..beetle’d-bone white
to
smokey’d quartz..how do you describe
the back-bone’d cloud,
the forest-picked cotton/
naked
but the bare’d-white scoops found
missing cone for stick?how do you describe
the damn:bright sun,
that face seen/
burnt to ‘lids’ memory
and nights’ wont?
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despite the years in masking
i know
despite the years
in masking/
you are there,
if only for the asking
of your hand–
what country are you from
as i wish to find way there
and see you standing ‘neath the tree
in nothing
but your casual
wear