no arc, only your back's archA Poem by SteevenWarm
Egyptian cotton, thousand thread No
less, By
body heat of my love For
absent lover Boat
built When
net recaptures She For
then My
ghost And
your ghost Those Theirs
Every
ghost Is Alike. (w)(t)hen
Perhaps It
will be a King Sized
bed, absent Far
removed from success In
my delinquent mind Those
cold Thousand
thread Sheets , Either
I am comfortable underground and blind Or
already dead. Flames
of The
remainder Ignite Heads When It’s
one mind I
wish to remain embers… I
wait hammer in hand If
you command Rivers
follow floods And
inverse creates the two What
continent must I Want
need I, travel to Decimate
the origin to re-create This
great machine…? I’ve let me out No
sea Like
a brackish Under-cooked-cow
pond Iron
and salt Anemic
drink not from Me-stream I
couldn’t even re-create What
a splash in tub Could
do Tire
to pot-hole Swallow
remaining stakes Sleep
with hammer on chest After
sweeping dust of my model ship into corner Convenient
store straws Making
my saving snorkel You’re
right Dirt
or water Juggled
goslings-mouse-things Evenings Need
air Every
breath Somehow You’re
there. © 2013 Steeven |
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