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 Sep 2014 david jm
jeffrey robin
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                                  Quiet morning on the broken street

                                 The dead child !

In the middle of our wars                                          



                         Imaginary lovers receive our imaginary love

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        Tanks move thru the downtown streets

Of every city in AMERICA



Quiet
                       The morning dies on the broken street

The child !                            

You sit and watch and start to cry

It is your little brother in the ditch

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He writes a love poem to pass the time

No one knew what it        means
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’Twas a long Parting—but the time
For Interview—had Come—
Before the Judgment Seat of God—
The last—and second time

These Fleshless Lovers met—
A Heaven in a Gaze—
A Heaven of Heavens—the Privilege
Of one another’s Eyes—

No Lifetime—on Them—
Appareled as the new
Unborn—except They had beheld—
Born infiniter—now—

Was Bridal—e’er like This?
A Paradise—the Host—
And Cherubim—and Seraphim—
The unobtrusive Guest—
 Aug 2014 david jm
Caitlin Drew
In Welsh
The word "Hiraeth" means
A homesickness for a home
To which you cannot return.
A home which maybe never was.
The nostalgia,
The yearning,
The grief for the lost places of your past.

In Russian
The word "Toska" means
A dull ache of the soul.
A longing with nothing to long for.
A sick pining.
A vague restlessness.

In Yaghan
The word "Mamihlapinatapai" means
A look shared by two people,
Each wishing that the other will
Offer something that they both desire
But are unwilling to suggest or offer themselves.

You say that you love my words
And wonder why I have such a passion for them.
It's simple, really.
I'm merely trying to put a name
To everything you inspire me to feel.
 Aug 2014 david jm
Caitlin Drew
My heart is a compass and you are the North.
I want to tell you that
you are the stars,
& I am a lonely astronomer
trapped in a city of lights.

Although I'm lost in the space
Of where we used to be,
I still find myself
Wandering through traces we left.
Grasping for your incandescence.

You are Polaris and I am caught in your glow.
 Aug 2014 david jm
Kristen Lowe
I’m lying in bed tearing my cuticles  off and rubbing my calves together
And personhood is oozing out from the cracks in these walls

I’m exhaling complacency.

I wonder who you’re thinking about when you fall asleep
And what’s dripping from the ceiling
In a room I’ve probably been in

Summer threw itself from thunderclouds
And the person I picked up out of the rainwater
Isn’t me anymore, just droplets of something vacuous

Which is exactly how you feel now
Constantly expanding and pushing me into the negative space around you
All of this is negative
All of me is empty
All this feels like is space

Infinite miles of outer space into forever

“Forever”

Like I said.
Vacuous.
 Aug 2014 david jm
Ashley Lopez
Sadness without a reason is the worst because how do you solve a problem without a cause?
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