Friday, March 30, 2012

Avoiding the Ridiculous

Somehow I'm caught
string lazily nodding assent in the wind
Swimming these branches
arms & legs knit of shadows
No trees in sight

Hands figure prominently
Even the word gives something
akin to touch defusing
like gray sunlight
electrical traveling unfolding
rivers just under skin

You graced my dreams and immediately
the world ended, sucked back in
up into the attic
the canopy of our planet
ventricle pumping starlight
ventricle of pale green branches

I had no right to approach you
while you played your video poker
cassé et vide, mon amour
mon sinus of Morgagni
a sweating plastic cup waiting
for a cigarette butt or more ice

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