Long Unsewn Poems

To all known shades, O virtuous Hinds,
With peerless hunger of a sordid kind:
Cover your ears. Cover
Your spirit.

Do not
Put the watered pot beneath the sun, that neutral sun
That struggles not to save you, but shall come...

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Wanted: Slinger of Mirrors,

Tessellating lungs of fulcrum
Wading into scorn’s yellow Spring pond
We are flying to the airway Of. I hunger for our old hunger. 
We dealt our Hand and every Star
Only one pond my reflection’s...

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Baby I keep dreaming of you
Walking down this lonely avenue
Well I saw a picture of you in a clothing store on the wall
You had your famous beauty with you and all
The tangles in my mind...

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Flickering in— out.
Wounds stitched with fidgeting,
Fisted finality.  

She is.
She was.

There was a dream for which I was awake,  
A glorified foolishness and tragic mistake.

Love—O love!
Like a feverish thief, she reels,
From my arms to...

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Depression is a coat I wear constantly now
It used to hang in the closet now and then
I’d take it out to see if it fits and put it back
Its drab colors are enticing when I’m...

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I never sleep well when others are wrecked.

Half-awake in my dreams, my blessed life sealed,

Not a victim of history’s fate or neglect.

 

Divine will, a remnant, he lived to see the light.

Through perished skeletons, ashes...

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The swirling clouds in endless motion
are a sharp reminder, like an unsewn tear,
as to the reason, the wondering of
why you would not dare.

The memories flood me,
I cannot breathe;
I gasp for air; anything;
still;  you are...

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Sewing machine long idle, gathered dust
inside the room my sister liked the best.
Old fabric pieces lay where they’d been left.
I let my hand upon soft velvet rest.

I lit a candle like she used to do
nights...

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What sort of life
Is taken away
Without a word
Without a say

From a life unknown
Unsewn to her side
Just left to slide
Into an unknown tomb

Ripped from the womb
That lies empty
Surrounded by plenty
Of long, happy lives

So we strive
To burn...

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love is eternal 
    when it is true 

life has a way of teaching you 
showing you everything you can own 
leaving you all alone   
the whole world isn't always...

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Lackluster lives filled with emptiness
Around us everywhere
But … seldom do we notice
They are even there

For we have lives of import – 
Things of urgency
Making our time busy -
It’s our dependency.

We do not see the child...

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Stretched t-shirt, chains, a mournful tune,
wide smiling guy, a book unsewn,
light hands, light hand, a happy ending,
few hearty words, heaven's wide champaign,
black and white cat and vivid dreams
in which I'm scared and guy's obscene,
this spring...

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