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Lucas James Poem
lace like
a barbed wire fence
the last line
of defense
before everything
becomes senseless
again
for a while
that feels like
eternity
and we don’t want
to be anywhere else
don’t you look
demure
slipping casually
out of it,
straps fall past
your shoulders,
all that I dreamed
the look in your eyes enough
to set an army at attention,
what is it
sex and war?
is it in vulnerability,
passion and violence
of fighting?
could be why wars last so long
why there are always more after one is over
prolonged copulation
without conscience
or lingerie.
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Lucas James Poem
Never did I think
I would ever wish
to see another Nun
now there is you
in costume
I am a heretic,
always have been
dressed like a
has been priest
both of us ready
to get on our knees
you threaten me
with lipstick,
a seductive red
I would be dead
by morning
just want to bury
my teeth in your
neck and shoulders,
caress your thighs
with tongue and fingers
feel you tremble
at my touch
blessed are we
for we will sin
enjoying our
explorations of
each other
everywhere
we see fit
me into you
like some sacrament.
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Lucas James Poem
Evergreen corpses strewn on sidewalks
like victims of plague,
still adorned with specks of tinsel
abandoned and forlorn
once welcome houseguests now in the street
never to greet another New Year
all the presents unwrapped
put in proper place
beside last years loot of
sweaters, records and notebooks
never got written in
nothing to drink and no money for the bar
the food all gone except for leftovers
that no longer appear appetizing
to the eyes of yuletide withdrawal
I walk down the street
and see no one,
all the decorations down
on television Jimmy Stewart
kisses Donna Reed for eternity
and here I am.
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In last clear winter night
I saw red light like a phoenix
a light careening downward
against the canvas of aphotic sky.
Present were the planets
which aligned among constellations,
passenger planes embarking with clarity
out on their own ways.
Had they seen it too?
or was it a figment of an exhausting mind
combined with my unreliable eyes,
projecting a spectacle
to shake me from malaise,
return my sight to players
peeking behind the curtain,
the world’s stage I put to writing
exuberant in image and voice.
The comet of some past poet perhaps
showing off their place in eternity
as if the words were not already enough.
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Lucas James Poem
scuffs in the pearl white floor
when she leaves the room,
for empty hospital hallway memories,
haze of sterile gloom
like snails, the chronic men
each slowly wear away,
their minds left to trail behind them,
their faces falling into decay
the grey walls with snake green stripes
always constricting them,
the dim fluorescent flicker of the fate
to which they have been condemned.
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This is a call to all sufferers
hanging themselves in their own arms
apart from the one they desire
tired of nights sleeping alone
restless in grave prisons of the
place they would rather be,
whispering wishes and psalms to the
silence of walls that will never speak.
Seeking out their most beloved unknowns
that which they do not know outside of sleep,
the reason for their itch to stay in bed
for its ease to dream and play on nocturnal grounds
away from emptiness of waking
when time is occupied by working and despair and drinking.
An escape to care and to be cared for unconditionally
from the depths of a majestic heart,
that reciprocates the true yearning
between two divine animals
to frolic and escape the solitude
of the malnourished zoo of the world.
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Lucas James Poem
Nearer My God To Thee
eight musicians
lost to the sea
the ship went down, unsinkable
forty minutes to three.
Critics will stoop
so low as to blame
the ghost of
Marilyn Monroe,
accuse her of being easy
say that she
was only sex
with legs and hips
how can you have
it without?
those lips
never realized
that she was,
never considered
her heart
her mind that now
remains observed
while here
her image
in eternity
a beauty
in ways she
will never know,
a vision.
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Early afternoon trip all day
out on crystalline, mirror lake.
the delicate surface that shatters,
when I plunge off old dock
crafted in clay orange beach,
where I can see the shadow
of leaves kaleidoscope
in the white sunlight
below the water, diving to
abstruse gatherings
of perhaps wizards or
some society from long time ago,
or society that kills wizards
from long time ago.
I return for air,
the day has passed
the tangerine haze of
golden sun settles
on the canvas of the lake
music surrounds the scene
lovingly whispered,
lulling songs,
in themselves serene.
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chief of disguise
collector of masks
the King wears his
as a helmet to scare
off enemies
the fool with false nose
the jester in chains
remains in oubliette
singing in his screams
impossible to forget
the old men who come
from the sea and steam
in cold of Poseidon spray
salt and fish from waves
likely alone are the women
and wives of sailors
so long as they have not
turned to traitors,
bakers or smiths
the loves who are steadfast
never safe from a day
when their hearts do not return
fading to old maids all
in the name of heartbreak
the Queen is tired of
the Knave of Bells
his complaints so
needless and vain,
checking his hair in the mirror
she is exhausted
left to remain as consort
to the pain in her heart
for the King is away
not likely to return.
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Lucas James Poem
fallen so fast in love
in spite of my or your
own good,
helpless in your arms,
irresponsible
as you are in mine
held in your gaze I embraced
all the little dangers within you,
what tempest would befall
when all of us was
laid bare, done and lovely.
In the cold of November, we lay like angels
sharing each other’s heat
when morning sun rays came from front
window shutters, bird on the sill,
it peered in for that last innocent
glimpse of us.
We looked to each other’s parting lips,
the rest was in our beating chests of hearts
or what have you,
our minds racing like rabbits while we caress
and mess up our hair,
our clothes thrown in wild abandon in Christmas light
of the room with pictures along the walls
there is silence and in it we rest.
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