I walked on the beach as a child
My prints were small and hurried
Excited steps fed my way
Testing the cold beast
That would tempt me
In and out, each silver back
Threw out its arms
Was it love?
My eyes could see for miles
The horizon lay its blanket
A glowing redness smiled
Which I returned politely
Its lips mouthed a cryptic verse
In the voices of a million men
Who fell in time
Lured by this angelic shape
Now in my quiet moments
I return
My prints lost to a lasting tide
Devoured
Until its next suitor, dreams
babies
aborted babies
couldn't breathe either
writhing about in saline seas
but not a peep from anybody
no riots-no burning cities
no angry mobs stomping (P.A.) avenue
dead babies never make for good news
no viewers-no ad revenue
dicing babies
harvesting body parts for profit
is dirty business
even for dirt bag clinics and politicians
millions of dead babies without graves
never given a name
not a peep from the drones or their royalty
peep-less in the chop city of Sea(battle)
peep-less in the big rotten apple
peep-less in Cali(horn)ia
no civil rights
for babies
millions of babies
saline babies
I can't breathe
babies
eerie eyes etched'n
cloned callous crest
felon face featured
fostering porous punctures
dark dribbles drooled
hoisting haggard pukes
voluptuous vision danced
taunting tempestuous trance
bewitched aura bagged
irking instinct itched
hoisting sassy skills
coursing mouth clipped
bounty battle birthed
saline liquid slipped.
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Note: Of pluming picture.
She weeps
carelessly spilling more and more tears
I have caused this tsunamis
there is no word to comfort her
Instinctively, we warm each tear in the palms of our hands
carefully listening to what they each said
Just in case we forget how to speak
By, Michael Lanier
Skating thru life on a frozen memory,
a mirror pond of icy regret
Blaming shadows for the clinging, cold misery —
no reason given why he left
Just an empty place remains,
a hole in the heart
Smiling still face inside a silver locket,
picture that punctures
You loved those engaging conversations;
the prickly sweet teasing, low-cooing lip squeezing
Now it’s just an echo chamber
of fallen tears ... sullen sound
of a hollow, tarnished ring
With naked desire,
you perversely bathe in saline comforting
Cool, wet sadness so soothing
Do a pillow dive drown each night,
suffocated thoughts in the dwindling light
Mourning cries heard every dawn,
misty grieving you arise
Only lonely sheets take pity on your plight
Unbidden tears mired in Rx reverie,
pharmaceutical relief only can give you sleep
Drowsy escape from the pain ...
suspended animation from the emotional suffering
Unrequited love leaves a permanent stain
So soothing is this liquid sadness,
it lets you fall deeper from a hurtful reality
Saline comforting is how you dream,
always hoping
tropical tears will melt this frozen memory
curled up on the bed beside you,
me, just wanting to be there
silent, but there
saline eyes
betraying my feelings
you ask me why I cry,
and I cannot give a decent reply,
only "I'm scared"
but it is more than that...
so much so
a whirlpool of meaning
in those tears
but you are brave, so brave
strong, so strong
since it is you
who will be under that knife again, not me
yet you comfort me
as you always have
wiping away tears, kissing them away,
like mothers always do
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