White sheets,
Unwound by time,
The softness strips away,
One square,
Thin and so frail,
Clinging to cardboard bone,
I sit in silent, cold despair,
Until the hollow core remains,
Bare bones.
Stranded.
TIME OF SUSPENSION-:-
simple
specimen
genre
slightly
different
in REMEMBERED POSTURES
full
glowing
schemes
repeated
scenes
with SIGNIFICANT DIFFERENCES
detailed
feelings
paused
immediately
apparent
They suspended the ferry
And blamed it on ice.
With weather so frigid,
Those grounds should suffice.
The notice described
The East River, which goes
North or south, both directions
Obstructed by floes.
The fleet is aluminum,
Making it tough
To navigate safely
With waters so rough.
I don’t take it often,
But those who commute
Must be wishing this ice
Will be given the boot.
Which is just like the hope
Minnesotans possess,
For both versions of ICE
Cause incredible stress.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We stand balanced
on the razor’s edge,
one foot in December’s
fading breath,
the other testing
January’s untrodden frost.
Midnight suspends us~
neither here
nor there,
a hopeful breath
held between chapters.
Then gravity wins, as it must.
We step forward,
not because we are ready,
but because the line
was never ours to keep.
I’ll meet you halfway
set fire to both ends
Kiss you in stasis
as our world upends
God it feels so good
when balance transcends
Separated yes
the crossing’s now ash
Lost due to movement
and one lonely splash
Our love abridged? No
devilishly rash
I’ll meet you halfway
set fire to both ends
Kiss you in stasis
as our world upends
God it feels so good
when balance transcends
No 5
What meaning do you give
To lips moving up and down again?
Torn clothes, a broken nose
Drawing a smile on your face with pen
Different ages, different years
A target for abuse, told to refrain
Inside a system punishing the innocent
For going against the grain
Stalking you into a corridor
Eyes from blue collars are eager
To watch as water is thrown in the face
From a foe weak and meagre
Stealing from the weak
This is how it is perceived
Innocent, yet in suspension
Another persecutor craving attention
Together they form a team on a court
Not to play games but to instil fear
To attack those who cannot stand up for themselves
To those who seek approval, merely a sport
A foundation harnessed at home
Anger authorised by a lack of affection
Take responsibility for your child
And for their perception
Frost fall
ice capades
coded
Excise our non self
free ego belligerence
full hearts wide open
A hateful slap hurts like disease
And fails not to increase unease:
One's indefinite suspension
Quite like Definite Expulsion:
A blow one takes open - mouthed,
Spiritually, one had shouted.
You be careful: The Suspended
Just for life which hasn't ended
Near not a stick of cigarette,
Problem's False Answer on lips let...
I'd rather you made a skyward glance,
With prayerful hands God give a chance
Or, still good, call it non - issue
And try to some pleasure pursue.
Are lingering sighs, while expressing disbelief
Showing some frustration ere welcome relief,
With sincere, rapt attention to what it entails
Carefully absorbing the minutest of details,
Sometimes with the aid of a silk handkerchief.
Then, too, observing the most foolish mischief
Showing itself in a variety of impetuous motif
Sending one off the straight and narrow rails,
Are lingering sighs.
A heavy sigh can denote suspension of belief
Or registering information requiring a debrief,
To assure utmost security from whatever assails
Attention-getting, to be sure, notice never fails,
Quite different from sudden breath-taking grief
Are lingering sighs.
My teacher, she once gave me a C
The next cycle...she gave me a D
I was young with no class
When I pinched her fine …
But that cycle...she gave me a B
It starts its dance,
shifting and spiralling
and then...
the suspension game.
Absolutely not!!!
Precariously balanced above my bed.
I do not desire the predator
to become my snuggle buddy,
and reach for the DOOM!
It's one thing to hang around,
and create a spectacular web,
it's another to drop...
falling into my bed.
I spray.
Drenching the creature in a toxic blast,
as it scurries back to its place,
now a place of rest.
Caught in its own sticky silk,
it stays.
A roof ornament
for another to curate
at a later date.
And his job kept him from eating his meal.
He had poured his drink and made an appeal.
He hung up the phone,
And slipped where wax shone.
The spouse juggling coke and pizza surreal.
2/24/2018
"Tell me the truth!" the principal asked me.
"I don't have any lies....." I replied.
He took a jar, filled it with water, poured clay soil,
and shook it. The jar was seated on his desk.
He looked at me with inquisitive eyes through the glasses,
as the water in the jar became clearer at the top.
He gave me a suspension letter and asked "What is heavier,
the truth or lie?"
My lips trembled, as the water became clearer......
Soon, he took the jar, and carefully poured the clear water
into another jar.
"Show me your pockets!" he shouted.
Date: 13/02/2017
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