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Out of the Sun

Stayed in the sun to long today The skin became like the bark of a tree the soul turning to brittle scars for uncaring worlds to see. my face is a pile of old owl bones sewn into banks of midnight creeks... even the plump, over ripened ones no longer look at me... but if their car was desert flat, their oil grim reaper black they'd paint a wormy, water colored smile... slide it through my barbed wired heart so long as I could spin the jack... so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin- Stayed in the sun to long today the mind has smoothed over like pebbles in Saturn rings.. a forgotten spice in the conversation of life an hour later the word snuggles up to me laughingly. Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first), I'll stay wrapped inside till my skin turns back to ivory to an easter egg yesterday to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack, when the mind was a great silky nest... the face a flowered meadow place where watercolors swirled all day, the heart worms kept at bay. I'll stay hidden within the weeds, till the jewels of memories soothe every scar - every stripe, the molten knots of cruelty, till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree. until then only my curtains breathe... ...stayed in the sun to long today

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Date: 2/23/2015 7:45:00 AM
Lots of nice devices and originality here. Refreshing. Since tomorrow never comes, forever must be first in line, at least if now is part of forever.
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Date: 7/20/2013 7:52:00 PM
I love this Anthony..its one of the best poems ive read in a while.. its going in my favs.. x
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