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As Light As Birds Wings

As light as birds wings
Wanting does your hair swing
To dance it's ends its ends like raindrops
Against my burning face

Wild as the northern lights
Your skin the sky your lust the night
That pulls my eyes so that they may
Know the sense of taste


As do our lungs the room expands
With each intention of my hands
That dream across your humid skin
And awaken to your pulse

Humbling as a brush with death
You fill the room with fervent breath
That blankets me becalmed beneath
A truer truth less false


Heavy as the bulging clouds
Above a drought below us now
Our bodies roll in skies of sheets
To quench a carnal thirst

'Til then at last I come to rest
Beside your warm and gentle breast
And you beside this grateful man
Suspended in our mirth

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Tonight I Told My Wife

Tonight I told my wife
How poets make wonderful lovers
She said she wished she knew one
And slipped beneath the covers

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I Have a Feeling

I have a feeling I will eventually get where I need to go
To where it is I am supposed to be
Though, like a butterfly reeling on the wind
At the mercy of the will of life
On this migration
From first light and breath
Until at last the body fails

I suffer every day beneath the skin
For humanity
My heart like a tin can rattles endlessly
Against its prison of ribs

We are born wounded
Mentally 
Physically
Spiritually
Honestly, wounded

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I Know a Man

I know a man



          I know a man with a busy mouth
          No idea goes in that doesn't come out
          You know he's close by towards you walking
          The words pour out as he enters talking

          I know a man who'll talk you to death
          You find yourself praying for your own last breath
          Doesn't he see that inside I'm balking
          My face must show and still he is talking

          I know a man who wants me to know
          That someone said something to someone back home
          These ears need rest somehow it's shocking and
          Hard to believe he even leaves talking



                                          September 16 2016

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The Easiest Part

The easiest part of being a man
is in owning an inherited list
of endless excuses

The hardest part
is not using them

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Her Beautiful Mind

The light spills out over the horizon
from the yolk of the broken sun
it slips warmly through our window
and falls like ocean waves
against the shorelines of her face
her waning dreams perform
an encore for the spectators
seated before her waking stage
as the arena becomes lit
the crowd disperses and empties
leaving her atrophied eyes
to begin their daily struggle
with all the things they cannot explain
to her beautiful mind

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The Wind

The wind is proof of patterns in nature
                                           curling distant surfaces
                                          of water, sand and snow


                                         One kimo, poetry contest
                                             Sponsor: Rick Parise
                                              October 11. 2016

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The Discerning River

The discerning river moves
through the crowded valley woods
like an ancient crooked spine
beneath the vertebrae bridges of fallen trees
it's restless currents strum against strings
of rich green algae that cling
like eels onto polished stones
thrusting waves that curl at their crest
and dive into deep musical torrents
stirring up river bed soup
served in ladles churning downstream
to the mouths and bellies
of trout parked like stalled cars
in the lanes of a swamped highway
where all the commuting species
race and dart and hide and hunt
for their fleeting lives

the waters are a living canvas
under the sun's crocheted light
that needles it's way through cedar boughs
to blanket the skin of the river in warmth
filling the depths with spectral glow
before slipping like a gold coin
into the slot of the darkening horizon
leaving the river to dream below

over it's rippling reflection
the moon climbs up like a spider
into the evening sky on a web of stars
riding a lunar arc into the night
where from it's celestial thread it hangs
over the river's valley spinning a rich light
that falls like strands of silk from above
landing between the shadows and reflections
cast by trees onto the flowing water

the river cuts with a fluid chisel
into the permeable crust of the earth
like an eccentric sculptor preoccupied alone
lost in her art as time pours on unnoticed
between these two ice ages
the one that released the river
and the one to gather it back again

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Like a Ghost

I saw you last night
in a crooked, distorted building
you were trying again for love within some new walls
in an apartment arranged for two
in a city designed by exhaustion
you had her laughing again
as she often used to early on
I followed your movement like a ghost
from room to room
and watched as the two of you entered
into a kitchen where you started to cook dinner
and talk of a new future together


I had not seen you for nearly twenty years
my memory added no age to your face
and your clothing had long since gone out of style
Campbellford, California, Calgary and God knows where
you had been chasing life
forever nipping at the heels of your perceived fulfillment
losing people all along the way
I was getting lost in the thought of it all

then the door slammed
and she was gone too
like always, like all the others
in the shrinking kitchen you stood alone and puzzled
your eyes dropped and searched the floor for answers
I felt myself begin to care and turned away

I slipped into an empty room and gazed out the window
where street lamps poured their light
through a steady snow that fell like television static
and landed on highways twisting like mating snakes
to create a hypnotizing mess with no ends
I began to feel a hollow smile curl onto my lips

then the door slammed
and you were gone too
I turned and said to no one at all
thank you for my life
and thank you for leaving when you did

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Rooting For 8 To 5

We mine the soils with our wooden picks
cutting slower than any human eye can see
digging for ancient minerals in pockets of water
to send above through a vascular cambium highway
we won't rest again until dormancy or death



Contest:  rooting for 8 to 5
Sponsor:  nette onclaud 
Jan. 3/2017