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The Jackal
Member

since 1999-08-13

Posts 426
Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A

0 posted 2002-05-13 12:51 PM

         As night,   I am speaking
   with dropped tones      a floatation device
         sending  breath to the bone

          night is what happens
             when your alone
           left  by a salted man
   right has  rights    has bland minor insights

          quickly,  the tar  struck
         this  ancient  interior pilot
         could only respond with taste
          combined with  silk and lace
           the body is lighter still

           spine of  the great benign
                   many factor
            in the safer  way to hide

             a fantasy  to  make you bind
              to an ocean of  belief
                waterproof is no way
                  to think of home

            she just makes your time
    seem more   a  present     but misunderstood
                       crime
     the weather she brings     her loudest design

            she just takes her time
          interaction     the way she feels
      distracted        is the way she gives

           My,  eye   (unattended )
   requiem  for a   lid  on the  memory
            that no one dares open

  where have you been    with your trail of blood
         So long        the blooming tunnel
        adding chambers   forcing issues
                 playing pretend
            beware   we are preying men

           the center of the city needs you
       because street lights are made by pipers
             cornered by their vipers
      out and focused     afraid of  no one

                  maybe youth and I
           have made a good friend    here
            but its the less aggressive enemy
              thats dry   and   waist
        the liquid    afterbirth     remains
               his      always   modest
                   midnight release

no longer afraid of the dark
or mid day shadows
nothing so ridiculously
teenage and desperate

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

1 posted 2002-05-13 03:12 PM

You lay yr words out like candy on a table. And then you unwrap 'em.

She said burn ... together.
-TON

Temptress

Moderator

Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

2 posted 2002-05-13 03:15 PM

You know, its shameful that this is at the bottom.

Seems our readers here should know better than to leave something so wonderful on the floor of this place.

This was amazing to me.

How grave is my condition, for I cannot find the words to say, I need you so.
~Sarah MacLachlan~

Sven

Member Laureate

since 1999-11-23

Posts 14937
East Lansing, MI USA

3 posted 2002-05-13 03:15 PM

I like the ideas in this poem. . . the way that it flows down the page, and the way that you use the spacing to achieve what you're trying to do here. . .

a different kind of a poetic voice. . . others should read this. . .

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DestinysCharm
Member

since 2000-04-28

Posts 90

4 posted 2002-05-14 04:09 PM

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