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The air was cold.
Beneath a cloud-choked sky,
we ran with winter coats
and Rorschach-splotched cheeks,
the metal rungs of monkey bars
and parallel beams
callousing the destinies
lined out on our palms.
I listened
from a corner
where wind-trampled grass
and tumbling stones met
as two fifth grade Gods,
stoic in long sleeves and bare ears,
told a younger boy to lay down
and trust them.
Eight years old and far too wise,
I lost track of my breaths
in the same moment
his throat clamped tight
over the handful of playground pebbles
poured between his teeth
when his eyes were closed.
Beneath a cloud-choked sky,
we ran with winter coats
and Rorschach-splotched cheeks,
the metal rungs of monkey bars
and parallel beams
callousing the destinies
lined out on our palms.
I listened
from a corner
where wind-trampled grass
and tumbling stones met
as two fifth grade Gods,
stoic in long sleeves and bare ears,
told a younger boy to lay down
and trust them.
Eight years old and far too wise,
I lost track of my breaths
in the same moment
his throat clamped tight
over the handful of playground pebbles
poured between his teeth
when his eyes were closed.
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unarticulated
tonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
mouth.
repression is a series of images
golden streetlights
blinking
pedantically
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
of listless
lips.
mutual poison.
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ocean, suicide.
let me slip forward, off the algae-
covered cliff, so i may rejoin my brothers
and sisters in the waves;
so i may cuddle the sunrise and mourn
the dusk at dinnertime. i swallow blood
by mere chance, the meal a
steal to the shark
nibbling away gently at my wrinkly toes;
eulogizing and crying,
froths embracing my face, tears a foreign delight
to my tired eyes.
the sea and i,
are one. a mother and child,
anthem to appraisal, living to death, contrast
to collapse:
hearts to
b e a t.
jaws of ocean sweetness snap shut, holding
the fingers of sugar and
saltwater still at my throat’s opening,
bursting through my lungs
in the end: remain! a
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princess
hydrogen lungs bound in
galactic ribs are under
cardiac arrest.
we left the moon on repeat,
and the sun died drunk in
the avalanche of night.
but it's alright this time,
because she can always
save herself.
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FINALLY, a poem again!
Also, this is for Lissomer's Micro Colour Contest, and is based entirely on something I witnessed in elementary school.
I chose the color Pebble Gray. I don't care if that's not actually a color.
August 10th, 2014
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I really like this one