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Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
(4 essential reasons for being)
sundown’s renewal layers celestial seasons of all seeing
silent forms of life bridge a gap beyond all being
reason stands for reasoning and will lapse before the fall
heated ions complete a circuit of a parallel winter’s (withered) wall
bare spots where the paint has chipped
threadbare skin wherein pigment’s clipped
radiation points of coma without separation
condensation bullets without just compensation
a fair and honest appraisal of an afternoon without
whispering from concrete acres of god’s love devout
distant from such as sky and sky alone as such
every night as much as last and last alone as much
falling faster than any sound has sound enough for calling
fallen angels never know exactly how far they’ve fallen
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
you move like a ghost upon the surface
of the waters.                            
salt flat eyes, iris speed trials                              
toward an excess winter light
, watered down and
(your april eyes) dilation. once
barren of collapse. now without a word no one
has heard,
i will
lay you
down naked
in the sheltering blades of sunday grass
stripped from the wreckage of ageless yesterdays,
spiraling towards the blue pacific
another green world
.
your eyes
a ribbon of sky.
a ring of venus (saturn) splitting itself
In 2…
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
there's a firefly in my bedroom
it flew in through the window
with its glowing tail abloom

20 stories up
from the backyard down below
200 feet of modern distance
with its lightning tail aglow

(that it's here at all)
flashing in the humid heat
(that it's here at all)
is a miraculous conceit
(that it's here at all)
a spark that still persists
betwixt his wings
the holy god exists
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
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Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
once if I was gun metal black
and you were rose petal white
I would walk you threw this borrowed age
And over the dunes of stolen time
Until they had an answer for you

When your smile is
pale
and listing to port
thoughts recede
To prayers that have already
Been answered
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
everybody
is
somebody's
*****
Brian O'blivion Jul 2013
2 eggs over easy
hash browns white toast orange juice and country ham
pop the yolks
and let them run
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