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 Dec 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Cup
 Dec 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Cup
Born
The 7th son
I steer
Ever
Toward
The deep
Yet
Jagged rocks
Splinter
All thought  
What bliss
This loneliness
Compels
An old way
Yet untamed
By and by
A thousand
Meters
Of  coast
Encompasses my
Throat
Leveled
By the drink
I Await
My body
Human flotsam
Jettisoned
O'r starboard
Eons ago
Swallowed salt water
Ever hotter
Listening to waves
And gulls spell my name
Young ensign of fate
Breathing
Cyclic and finite
A novel storm
Looms
On the horn
On the cliffs

*adrift
 Dec 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Man
 Dec 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Man
Know me
This I require
With only
Times New Roman
I build a fire
Blowing
Upon the Embers until
Smile

steam and iron
Ink and paper

Music
Silence

To the saloon
To the church
Tying shoes
Speaking words
Bold
Dangerous
Elegant

Graveyard abiding
We laugh
Building to break
To burn
To burn

Speed!
Flame!
In this chaos
Thriving

War Born
Sun burnt
Sons of God or
Devil
Caring not
We tighten the knot

Feral Kings
Upon
Trade winds
Compass spins
Stars inumerable
Compel
Protractor and pistol
Hammer and nail
Gasoline, sail

This blood
This muscle and bone
Violence alone

Prayers of David
Unturned stone
Story tellers
Ornately scarred
Strung for a moment
between two eternities
 Dec 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
It hinges on
This first sip of wine
By your eyes
Consecrated

I am a mountain
I am the sea
I am the wasp
Delay
Decay

Sober whisper
At this table
Cloak and dagger
Growing
Straining
Just to hear
It hinges on
This sip of wine


Are you there? Hello? Hello? I can't breathe the walls close in coffin lid I can hear the nails splitting the pine I need to hear you

One more time
One thousand
Words on paper
Something in
The eyes of blue
Touch
In a laugh
So complete with
Fake eye wrinkles

She's an actress
Cut
She's dancing for them
Disconnected
For the money "Honey"
Heart bone dry
Fake sigh

Unopened
Perfume laced
Your letter went
Into the fireplace
 Dec 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
China queen of my bloodstream  
Now Now I'm on a novel high
She
Radioactive wanna feel it through my skin
Contact
In my skull in my hands in my life again
Pain is a best friend
Today I'm gonna cut it
Easy does it
Easy does it
They flake but
Not me
I'm a rattlesnake
Beneath your feet
In the tree
Kick my cage
Rattle me
Make my heart flutter
She's a cutter
The old way
Set up
To lose
To use  
This rabbit for a chase
This young white rabbit for
A little chase
Some heart beat
Blood heat
Serene
 Nov 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Recall
 Nov 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Sleep I cannot find
Tangled among the trains
Crossing federal highway 1
Markings on a digital clock
Change & change again
These are the terms of life
Pulling me down lonely sidewalks
The village by the sea escapes me as
I watch barefoot the cargo ships
Quitting the coast
A sky of spilled wine stained before
clouds of purple and orange construction paper filling me to a cell with sadness so complete that I would die to not feel it again

Now I am in the grip of the sea
The smell of it
In my skin and in my hair
Corona reflecting upon the waves
Until a thunderhead rears as the mustang nostrils flared and the foaming spray from its mouth touches me

Then the cold-
Then the rain upon my head
On my arms in my skin
Washing the poison from my body
 Nov 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Untitled
 Nov 2015 Ann Beaver
JL
Weaponized Body Corded Steel Peaking Through Porcelain
Against The Grain Against The Wind Cold One This Is It Hold
On Fighting Through The Stream Of Life Strife Brother Can You
Hold It Alone Alone Alone Alone

On The Cusp *******
Here Here Let Me Bend Your Ear
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