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 Aug 2013 Ann Beaver
JL
Untitled
 Aug 2013 Ann Beaver
JL
Instinct
The first thing you did when you were born was take a deep breath of cold air and scream at the top of your lungs.
Put down the screen.
There is a whole world out there that will cut you and scrape you and bruise you.
The balance is immaculate-a line between pain and pleasure so fine
Learn to enjoy both
Enjoy everything
A starving man always sits down to a feast
Teeth are tools
Hands are tools
Eyes are tools
What does that make you?
You put yourself in a prison
With the things that you think will make you free
Look at you with all your toys lined up in a row
You will beat my head in with a stone when I try to play too
Would you like a million dollars?
Ten million?
How much money will it take to make you happy?
Drugs coffee cigarette opiates filling up the void
Piece by piece
Stay on the conveyor belt
How much more beautiful does the world becomeif you would only look closer
how filled with child
is the bringer of ***
so tender and mild
through his flesh now reviled

freight train flutes sound a refrain:
the long fanged winds are now parted
whilst teenage lovers have started
their ritual pain

tonight carries tomorrow
under blankets of sorrow
the unyielding clouds
carry bullets of flame
raise a glass to the hunted

(in hoods of black shroud
and red ribbons of shame)
when i find
my place
alone
inside
your head
i'll invite
my friends
to fill
the spaces
with
the
unsaid
numb are never iris
writhing mute and nameless
discarded daylight virus
curedbylivingsameness

adeathsentencefortheblameless
 Aug 2013 Ann Beaver
Chuck
Lagniappe
 Aug 2013 Ann Beaver
Chuck
Brilliance in mode and tone
Elegance without loquaciousness
For language is her gift to all

Poetess your evanescence
Shines eternally in your verbiage
And the imagery that lingers

Sincerity, essential themes,
A labyrinth of life altering morals spun with
An unadulterated touch oh humor

Poetess, you are admired
Humbly honored in this plebeian's
Pedestrian attempt at articulation
This is a respectful tribute to you, poetess. You know who you are. Fun with language!
3 silhouettes can i view
4 modes of blues
and 5 scales of you
(in my concrete lungs)
4, 5, 6..
 Aug 2013 Ann Beaver
JL
Feral
 Aug 2013 Ann Beaver
JL
She walks
Such a lithe/! feline step all of hips and she knows not
I am tempted so by the organic process of her
When she looks into my eyes
A Loadstone glow
A flicker - spark  

Now an inferno uncontained rages
Between us a cloud of electricity
Static
Waiting

SilentlyI dare glance
into those eyes
Let me
The polarization so instant at our first touch

They tell me she is not mine
She belongs to another
But her eyes
scalpel lips                                                             ­                                                                 ­        
sharpened
city strips

((aural styx
sweating
sudden fix))

if i were going
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                             i would wait
as long as possible
to kiss you
goodbye
if i were staying
i would never
tell another
living soul
about you
(becauseyouamme)

leading daylight to the slaughter
today's existence is
tomorrow's daughter

where the night begins
is where she ends
cream & sugar eyes
a grace that few transcend






the raise of air
fallen out of line
an eyelash promise
stings of life's decline
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