Short Circumventing Poems
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ADMIRATIONS
captivated
by
the imperative
genuflecting
the polyphonetic
with
demode
certainties
castigating
& circumventing
pressures
entranced
by
the
unsettling
yet
irrepressible
influences
of
today
a registered owner
a name on a list
each time I take aim
or pop in the clip
I'm waiting for the clatter
as they break down my door
after circumventing
our second amendment
surrender your firearm
your cache of ammo
decease and desist
this awesome pleasure
The night so long with dreaded suspense
and pain the darkness augments.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Grope!
Dawn's mist of dew inspires common sense
dread retreats in self-defense.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Cope!
Birdsong echoes my triumph intense,
stirring light and breeze commence.
Morning circumvents
the silence.
Hope!
Flames swallow oxygen,
duplicitous in their deeds,
circumventing steel barriers—
steel barriers doubling over.
Ashen soot cakes the walls;
walls crumble, interlacing with soot.
Pyres of fire lick the night sky;
crimson smoke suffuses the air.
Breathing in microparticles,
microparticles sticking
to fibrous membranes—
breathing collapses.
Lit match—ignition,
cinders glow.
Shadows in twilight turned to black and white
Inside the house looking out of the window down the street
Waiting impatiently for her future to drive up the driveway
An arched back stretches to infinity
Kneeling over the love-seat with circumventing thoughts
To not spoil the reality of what's to be
Half-naked half-clothed feminine beauty
Waiting for time to start moving once again
And experience love for the first time
drifting, drifting with heavy eyelids
in and out of our conversation.
pilgrim to your words i wander.
circumventing around the room to
follow strait edged symetries.
cloudy, foggy, i cannot rise through this vapor.
so i settle in a cup of dark coffee.
then fogbell foreheaded stumbling
into iceberg corners of desk and chaires.
like roald amundson i drift narrowly down the isle
along the northwest passege of my cubicled sobriety.
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