Best Marc Poems

there is a never after
where words are lost 
     and colours fade
but perhaps we won't let go
  in dreams and voices
     there will be one more story from me
you'll be attentive
  one last time
yet the...

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you can't resist my skin
      let me fall into my
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all movements sweep
              perpetual motion
   the moon swims towards me, then away
    we orbit this moment, nearer collision

         ...

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neural chaos looks like scratches 
the casual bystander may step back in horror
fearing a deadlock standoff
unaware every angle works perfectly 
    no one dies
I'm so confident ~
    I place the whole shebang next to glass 
nothing shatters or splinters
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though cut, nothing yet dies
life is full, fresh
enough to sustain weight
enough to envelope 
as we deceive/discover ourselves
believe there is no drop
despite that, the moon falls
obscures, rolls into/out of orbit/view 
becomes a part of me
lunar fascinate 
as inexplicably you love me
I've stolen the gravity of the...

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Death of Bella

Holding each other's hands
They were flying like birds
A tiny town below was softly glowing
Under the moon, love was overflowing

Mark whispered to her gently
“I’ll certainly never leave you ”
In the room with a bouquet
Joy springs from a cheerful minuet

His head suddenly turned upside-down
Everything was...

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Le Cirque Bleu

The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards 
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely  ...

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On June 5th Marc Broussard's performing in NY
I spot you in the crowd, come up and ask "May I?"
Why oh why, dear Lord, I met you once again?
It's bitter sweet. This awful joy. I don't complain.

You turn 'round, surprised to see me standing there.
You are...

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somewhere a thought is projected 
dappling on all present 
did it start inside my skull? I don't ask

but it bounces into a counter argument 
tussles start
all completely invisible to the naked eye

are invisible things real? of course
get some music in to heighten the moment
no one...

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I'm beside myself 
In a haze that some call 'rose tinted'
In a phase that others call 'seeing red'
In the photographers dark room, just looking over everything, nothing yet developed fully
Too much is spoiling as light floods in
I wanted to have it all figured out
I wanted...

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Peril looms yet the artist shows a relaxed state over the city.

Looked back from whence they came, escaping, unfollowed, over the city.

Solitude no more, she’s his prize to carry off over the city.
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Look at her again, being out of the ordinary 
No one needs that, eyes down til it passes

You too, despite your centre stage position 
You're looking to the heavens
But you have nothing to hold onto
That beast is just tolerating you as a burden
Anyone who saves...

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Ever sunk so low that mellow hits
Your dreams cascade directly from the sky 
Cavities of the underground cushion
The world splits into primary colours
Stretching of limbs a forever of blissful
Everything arches
Towns slink away to rest untroublingly elsewhere 
The here and now evaporates
Becomes the inhalation
You breathe it...

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a mane shake might shift perspective 
     create an illusion of ~
precarious 
   balance 

as flickers of the same construct
        momentarily separate
    into entities 
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Music pierces where words escape every mood a tune a hearts embrace...

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