Kapok Poems - Poems about Kapok

... Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun, one of her hands would refrain from touching her, the other has bee......

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...I protect the abandoned paint over the graffiti fill the shattered warehouse windows with kapok stuffing, lag rusting pipes with pitch and tar chain all the broken doors from the inside. Sleep ......

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...She looked at him. She saw him slouching, saw the lay-z-boy bones. She thought of the man she once knew, and he now more chair than man - stuffed with kapok. © 20 days ago......

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...I was a simple picture of a person, just a gulp of a guy. She was not my first girl; she was my second. It was a Dairy Queen date, banana milkshakes, me tanking-up on her foggy eyes, imaginin......

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...Spiderwebbed folds hang from each arm as moss will from an aged cypress. He sometimes raises haggard hands as if he dreams of rising again, or to cover bleary eyes. The world is his mind. Day......

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...She looks through the lens, a Baltimore Oriole had just flared into orange sherbet, but now there was her wide-eyed grin filling every space left over. Once as a young man, I dated a sweet gi......

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...It was a Friday evening. She looked at him. She saw his slouching. She saw the lay-z-boy bones. She thought of the man she once knew, now he is more chair than man, and filled with kapok. Wh......

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...Disgruntled, they come to me as bit-parts ripped from black and white movies. Mad aunt Anastasia, who should have been a nun. One of her hands will not touch her, the other has been carried off ......

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...Suddenly over the sudden years I have felt an encumbrance; I sense an albatross - the weight of sundry uncharted days. Times I chronicle today as if I were a wax cylinder and not the broken spool......

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...You know how a cat is? The way it opens its eyes, not seeing anything but looking into spry muscle and bone. How it blinks slowly---so slow, eyelids washing the mind of anything but satisfactio......

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...Kapok, re-re-restuffed, still lumpy, still stiff. Seams mended, by needle, by tape, re-re-again. No no one here, yet. Still me me, again. Thoughts, unscolded, atop this old zafu.......

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...Cracked and freckled skin wraps the frail bones of your being, Blood of the past run though the roots of your antiquity, Silver threads fall down like a cascading falls from your head And knees tr......

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...April's roses scent inebriates every sense below the Gothic cathedral cardinals doze draping their wings over evergreen plants foreshadowing a cool sunset griffins guard the bell-tower hamperi......

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