Best Bristles Poems

The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they...

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alarm goes off*
I sit straight up startled and scared
Just my alarm, I hit the button
Get up and go to the bathroom
I brush my teeth with...

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   His fragile limbs in a caged body 
    seeking proteins from ivy drips
     vulnerable fears...

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I have walked past the mirror so many times,
God, I cannot believe what I see.
I once was a painter of great songs and rhymes,
Brushing rainbows...

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A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil 
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any...

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OH VINCENT

Oh Vincent, can we ever know what torments plagued you; 
what demons fought you; what images raped your senses?
It was no accident that you...

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If bristles are mouth
I shall use them to praise
And my hairs are mouth
I shall use them to praise
For He's leading my way upon the choice...

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Zurrip Zurrip
rip it, pull it, yank it free
peel your velcro heart from me;

stick it to lashes
stick it to hair
stick it to a love that's barely...

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It rained on and on.
the fire in the hearth
had long died out.
hunger grew,	
frustration raged.

vultures swooped down
 to feed on flesh in the night
half willing, half...

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Splashes of pink from the flowering Crabapple....haze through
the sturdy square of lemon yellow glass - framed in Knights's Armor
....at parade rest on my porch.

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I picked up your blue hairbrush
I held it a while today
The hair between its bristles
Still smells of your hairspray

I drank my morning coffee
In the mug...

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Come find me in solitude
wheels in both hands
confined to smooth movement
legs in motion
carefully studied years before
in colored tights

On dry bed
Small rustles in the dark
swift touch...

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A frequent favor is soon a debt:
It makes cupped hands close into fists.
Now that my hands are empty,
I see your breast heave with cold dark...

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Canvas,

Soft brush strokes touch your lips
every word a colour
caressing those little bits
creating a soul
a whole

a panpsychism 
free conscious
no objections

I the bristles bending with the curves
biting...

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In the woods no right of way, no right to live, no right to play.
I travel quickly, as dusk is beginning. Woods are thick, on...

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