Short Airtight Poems

airtight alibis
amethyst 
eyes



posted on September 20, 2018...

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The clear patina of corrosion
A signature required to reveal
The airtight seal, broken
Confused, this happened
Cuddled whispers 
Subconscious denial
Attach responsibility
Surprise 
Contort the truth
Align...

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Celestial moments 
acquired while touching 
heaven's door 
Airtight dreams of gold
dust particles, 
finding their way home 

Across an aerial thresh hold 
a key hole of awe
soulant inquisitive inquiries  
how did I get here, 
do I belong here ?...

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The itty bitty committee

meets at intervals unknown
to mediate its cause
convinced the case is airtight
for they can see no flaws

The gavel at their table
sounds a tone of doubt and dread
for this committee meeting
takes place inside my head.


4/14/14...

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We are the first dead in this house
Books in dysfunctional piles; debris,
Tins of old paint in the garage,
Airtight as the finish on bedroom doors.
A density of standing air,solemn
With the austerity of dried cornflowers.
Sour margarine on thin grey bread,
Old gruel of past weekdays, gone;
Children`s laughter in a bottle,
Too late, too cold, now not part of it....

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He was a tough
concrete noun,
she is an abstract
interjection....
He an airtight
philosophical verb,
she a word
easy to poet ...
But she always
docile as a yes ...
he is nasal
bitterness of not ...
he definitive how
a final point, she
malleable like
a comma ...
gave in what gave:
  they
loved until the
last chapter...
when everything at last
ended...!...

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Healing is nowhere in sight
Echoes of laughter reverberate through an empty chamber
Airtight and sheltered
Reaching your essence 
Tearing violently through your mind like eternal pinpricks
Beyond comprehension. The pain
Ricocheting memories feed the seemingly endless cycle
Of why for’s and how come?
Kneeling before the King of the damned
Each broken beat secures the next 
Never fully realizing an end....

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I come from afar
farther than pebble roads
on which I travel
than chandeliered old hotel
turned into home for the disabled
than rainbow rising reluctantly
after recent rain
than bumpy rides on rubbery buses
for my eyes look at scenes
from a brightly colored time
my mind is sealed in an airtight jar
and my words trickle on the page
when they should pour out like a wound
used to the comfort zone
of their imprisonment...

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