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 May 2016
ryn
I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor swimmer.

I get swirled around.
Like a little helpless fly
caught in a wineglass.
Unbeknownst to the drinker.

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor thinker.

I allow my mind
to get swashed around...
Like a lone sock
in the washing machine.
Lost without its other.

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor survivor.*

So I just submit
to the will of the currents.
Like an empty bottle.
Stuck head down at the neck,
in the bathroom floor trap.

Sink or float...
I can do neither.
On a shore where the waves embrace the sand
Lies the hug land.
“No words, please, we only hug and kiss”
is all you will find,
speaking there is only with mind!
They were not late
To know words only complicate,
Make a mess
Of what the heart says.
Rotten clichéd stale
They more often fail
To make the desired sense,
More potent is silence.
Lover, sister, brother
Each hugs the other
In this faraway retreat,
They hug anyone they meet.
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 May 2016
Nat Lipstadt
come for a visit while on a
business trip?

absolutely, sure, I'll be there,

to exchange poetries,
do some heavier explicating,
with a follow up assignment,
body fluid exchanges a tangential
possibility

incoming out-coming,
composing poesies by tablet light,
fingers sticky, a wonderful hindrance,
debating the long and the right,
confabulating the short and the slight

will you, write me
will you, right me,
longest now, our new ancestors
of our abbreviated histories

come for a business trip,
seal the deal,
sure, absolutely,
the flesh test pressed,
handshake awkwardly,
but kiss with lusted hunger,
create a short story
leaving poetry crumbs stains
on sheets of paper loving
2:44 am may 8 2016
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care enough
about questions
to answer

and enough
about answers
to question
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