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 Dec 2017 Greenie
King Panda
the sun prowls around
its rocky master

and you
a shadow in its breath

your eyes closed
your hair blowing
like a brushfire
bleeding oolong

the brazen claps of
sunlight thunder
down upon your shoulders

a freckle appears

then another

then another

your sea of blank skin
now crushed
tiny islands
cooling you in
sun-drenched picture
 Dec 2017 Greenie
Butch Decatoria
Worlds In A Breath

I
collect
letters to form
words/into sentences
phonically sound it out/loudly
making sense of it in my head, a speech
lauded from written lines/marching armada of
meanings. A Book which defines them, these ants of
artful communication,/ for when they are upon each other,
they build paragraphs/to pages,/pyramids of chapters telling a story
a creation of imagination/a documentary of salvation,/ a novel for you to
sit in your wonderment, to hit you like a pile of bricks these books in a library
                                     they
                                began from
                       a tiny creature called a
                  letter, like an insect it colonizes
              into a hive abuzz in activity & possibilities
    grows the more it knows like pyramids erected in Egypt        
beginnings from a grain of sand / thoughts and  imagination                 and
                                                                                           questions /                  
                              musings  stacked                                              like stones on foundations,
                             to/find/a/home/in every/memory, louder/than thunder   or/death  
                                                                          creature futures doubt
                    
                                                         I form                            
          Worlds in a breath ....        
Letters into words take flight
                                      from the hearth        of my mind                            
                                 from the heart                  in my breast
                              to the universe                            in our nest                      
                     the mysteries                                             the  gifts of
         W a r m    r e v e r i e s                                     T a k e   i t s
                                                R e s t . I n . P e a c e .
The shape did not turn out as it was suppose to.
 Dec 2017 Greenie
King Panda
spark the flask—the vitality
of natured *****
and

tears (they fall again)

releasing the bloodied heron from
sleep—

yesterday,

I drew a lead around you
and harnessed your heart
like a dog and (for the first time)
you

were on your own,
schmaltzy from

daddy’s liquor.

this

blindfolded euphoria
creeping in channel 99’s

static—how

I’d drink you whole
until my toes swelled up

rough and one-rooted
 Dec 2017 Greenie
kas
this is how it happens
it's the last day the temperature will be
above thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit
until February
you're not looking at the date
it's just the end of November
the middle of the night in the middle of a road
at the end of November
the hum of this small town hurts your ears
you're stuck in a dream where everything you see
turns into a weapon
this is how it happens
you knocked back sharp, amber liquid
to make this place feel a little more okay
and it only worked halfway
no matter how soft the edges are
you bruise your hips when you
run into them in the dark
you're ******* on your fourth cigarette when
a police officer pulls over and asks
how you're doing today
in the too-bright white of the headlights
the sick taste of Red Stag sticks to
the roof of your mouth
the mouth that you're moving into a smile
the mouth exhaling plumes of smoke at the ground
you're okay
"i'm okay."
you don't tell him what you're really doing
you're really taking all of your
thoughts about stopping your pulse for a walk
you don't tell him you've been
chasing ambulances all night long
please, officer don't leave me alone, you don't say
he tells you to have a good night and drives away
and this is how it happens
the moon smiles at you with every single one
of its tiny, sharp teeth
nobody but your cat finds you in that bathtub
nobody but your cat watches you rise from red water
watches it drip drip drip
from every chasm carved in your left arm
nobody but your cat saw the soft animal of your soul
shiver from the cold that day
it's the first day the temperature
dropped below
thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit inside your chest
based on true events
you can only
imagine my kiss,

i am a mirage,
the glossy night
blown into
stars,

i am a phantasm
in the autumn frost,

layered like
the night’s soft
cloud,
a stream of
golden leaves
crisp in the quiet
air,

i drown in the
water of the stars

i faint, a ghostly
apparition
you can
hardly
sense in
the dream-like
surrender of
our love,
arousing our
limbs,
kisses like
the flowers of time.
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