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 Mar 2012 SWB
JL
The Cellar
 Mar 2012 SWB
JL
You judge me
Harsh as sun on snow

If I am a wild flower
You came to me
As an early frost

So you picked me clean
Snapping her locket off my neck
And twisting my fathers gold ring
Off of my finger

Tokens of spring and summer and winter

You bit your nails
And paced the hard cobblestone floor


You buried me there

Underneath every brick you dug out with your perfect fingers
Tracing the mortar dust with your finger

You wrote a message on the floor

You stand above me

In your cold dark cellar

Your tokens jingle in your pocket

You lay the cold stones against my skin
And filled in the cracks

You sit at your old wooden desk
By the smoke of your little cigar
As you look with a glass at your new toys
And you roll the gold around in your fingers
You giggle to yourself


You look at the locket there on the wood desk
Smiling at its shimmer under the bulb

You find your fathers old chisel and hammer
Crude blacksmith tools
You smile

You smile so wide and laugh all alone
Whispering things you wanted to shout

You split the lock
With one tiny tap
And the pieces fell down with a snap

You laugh and smile your eyes closed with excitement

You laugh you smile

You whisper your shouts

Until you opened your eyes

A start

Your picture was in the locket
That once lay on my heart
 Mar 2012 SWB
JL
I bet you think its cool to slip through empty lots
It's cool to dig through rubble
And find old needles
Cigarette butts
Walk the fences and lick your cuts
You sing me a song
All sweet notes off the cinder blocks
Even the bums whistled along
We found a box in the trash
With a golden lock
And you wiped the dirt and grime
On my clean white shirt
You thought it was something
How I covered our tracks with a sabal palm
But
You fell asleep
With dirt on your cheek
And I
I stayed up rolling joints of heaven thistle

I didn't give you any kisses
But ***** finger prints on your forehead
You whispered in your sleep
hide and seek, one two three, worms in the dirt black and deep
A dog barks through our little neighborhood
I never felt better
Like the moon as a crescent
And it turned my mind off to
Your skin's reflection
 Jan 2012 SWB
Mimi
Storm
 Jan 2012 SWB
Mimi
The storm came in with a face in the clouds
looked like old father time.
Or God leading the way.
Turned the sky yellow and the trees blue.
Very near got blown away watching
that tree trunk split, how it groaned
and smashed down onto metal bent,
road blocked
and I hollered along. I stomped and soaked
in the shards of glass raining down to the street
hiding under trees in the garden like an animal
letting the vast plane of nature assimilate
feeling my roots be put down into the ground
I am this screaming wind, clean and new, angry and vengeful
like I was rained down from the clouds myself.
The storm before I left home.
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