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Andre Vermeulen Poem
Across the room are more than she
More than us and more than we.
At table eight sits twisted fate
Once starry eyed now belittled hate
His meal tonight a seafood stew
He savages prawn and thinks of you.
Bloody Mary at the bar
Is deep in thought and drifting far
On mantis leaf waits death for he
Who fingers pleasure but does not see.
Across the room is simply she
Simply us and simply me.
Mary fed me from my plate
A prawn,a twist and a little hate.
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Andre Vermeulen Poem
sifting through nostalgia
not in form but ingrained
upon this map so twisted
to retrace again.
the displacement that i felt
the lump and nausea
in my own vomit I knelt
and i wept for her.
gracious god you turn me
from fruit to worm
what horrors have i dealt thee?
which perversions must I learn?
Copyright © Andre Vermeulen | Year Posted 2014
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Andre Vermeulen Poem
This ever changing variance in position
Leads me to a sad derision
And i thought you were my one fixed star
But the drifting compass drifts afar
My trampoline your pitch is perfect
Missing sometimes but not far off it
My hopeful heart your feet have landed
But not a moment and then it ended
Now on your upward bounce from worth
i ask that you consider earth
For when the bends of space have shifted
This trampled man will keep you lifted.
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shatter the shell and raise the swell
the crispness and swiftness of a southeaster fell
battered blue lips craving summers breast
the raspberry round,the milk,the nest
an inner thigh by which to sigh
the ears for tongues in which to lie
beneath,between,we two are spun
the speedqueen and the coin
together
one.
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