Excerpts

from a collaboration party on a perfect gentleman�s page. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/invisiblegenius/388485/

 

Is this group exclusive or inclusive?

Laughter squeaked between floorboards,
Childish squeals of reality
Shouting "notice I'm bare"

splintering memories of fluffy rugs, goodnight hugs.
Youth washed in waves and trips and falls and
papa's knee was steady, steady to the stair.

Then

Chiming clocks released, singing belfry echoes
back in swimming glare on glass cat-hinging hips
walking past and past and past the quips.

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Feed me with soul
And when I thirst, burst with liquored centred
Gravity

Sticky middles
Where we rhyme
Wry with rye.

Oh oh fed
Cause we can hear you smile
And see you laugh
And feel prose itching our palms
Scratched in silver markers,
see that fingernail
The one fallen to the floor,
last night
It was a falling star today a pale half moon
Competing with the sun.
And see that strand of hair,
last night
it was the chord that bound pinkies
Today it's a shimming web freshly dried of dew.

The air showered,

its fresh, blue
and wants to touch your face
walk you through a park
and teach you the sound a bud makes
as it splits winter hardened bark.
the sound you hear if you hold an eyelash against
a page and blink in time lapse.

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With your tips, rips of static
taunted gently, raise a heavy glass
fold within gilded company
rippling roiling rolling
off their embossed words, three dimensional
just for the sake of the blind.

See how they spread, feathered,
wetting parchments
See them interlock before they dry up
Every ink blurring until it slurs
Before writing its self sober while we dream.

Shaking our fingers out, pulling faces
talking so fast we find little spittle's
Peppering the air with all this embarrassing talk tinsel
The scales humans shed by the litre
The scales used to measure how far you pitch
Your heart against the wilderness.