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coyotes like
magenta-clad twentysomethings
screaming:
singing at the unearthly
hour when I
watched the desert
stars overhead and
now I wonder what else it is they’ve
killed

and maybe if I’d hung enough
dreamcatchers I would have
caught all the dreams that
pulled me past
you (step
into my parlor said the spider to the
fly

but what is it anyway that sticks between your eyelids when you
sleep when you
keep your eyes shut and your mouth
open does the sandman glue them
together to resign you to your own
blindness

be careful with your eyes sweetheart because
too many waterfalls leave
cataracts in their wake.
Light surrounds
people, flowers, even
oysters on the half-shell.
Invaded by auras
unnoticed by others
I gather emanations
from fixtures, furniture,
and glances
toward your silhouette.
No object
radiates surrounding rainbows
nor disperses an essence
brighter than what
drops from the ringlets
cascading around your neck
when my insanity peaks.
i'd give up my smile
just so you could have one.
nights like these taunt me, saying
"no wonder you're alone."
the living sleep, and the dead cannot
even irony shakes her head.

moons like these wish to comfort
"see? beauty yet exists in the night."
beauty so far away, so unreachable
the clouds could push it away.

winds like these have no respect
"our job is priority, you hold no value."
I am blown to pieces in shame
and the light breeze never follows.

hearts like these don't sleep in the night
"we aren't fooled by false promises."
rest comes too late and never enough
the morning has no mercy.
i'm getting quite sick of this insomnia.
I wanted to collect your ocean tears
in a flask and get drunk on your misery.
I wanted to be the earthquakes that
deepened the fault lines in your heart.
I wanted to take your soul piece by piece
by means of soft hands and even softer lips.
I wanted to destroy you more than I wanted
to allow myself to love you,
but all you did was paint the galaxies in my palms,
giving me the universe when I didn’t
even deserve a chance.
 Aug 2013 Harry Randle-Marsh
REAL
Your old arms are warm
and your brain has turned to coffee
i sit the morning grass barefoot
seeing the october leaves fall gently in summer
holding its beauty in the rim of my iris
just like the love i hold for you
stuck on very buried word i pronounce

i've fallen again in the water of fire
summer walks
dark city's
and liquid hugs
all held on the tip of my eyelashes

oh, skin turning
skin wrapping
around your blue knees

oh,your blanket fingers
your flower lips
and your melting hips
i want to drown in it all
and swallow it all in

You said loudly
''i    frail    packs    afraid    shore    you''
i never understood it
until i lost my imaginative mind in the rain
you simply meant to say
" i am frail,am tired of digging in my cigaret packs  every time the sun stops shining on my love.
am just afraid to land your  shore of love, cause i don't want to ruin the grooves of the sand."

oh darling
say no such thing
for i have waited for the moment
that your love would spread
like orchid laughter

all i need
is the drips of love
you run to from my head to my toes

all i want is
tongue bites...
I am the jellyfish that sits
in the bloom of your waters,
looming my lines across your ocean
motioning you towards my toxicity.
I'm water, I'm water
Simplicity.
my kitty gave me the title of this poem
the
moon's glow
lights the sky
with a grand orb
all night long it shall
keep company with the stars
together they'll decorate
the heavens in brilliant splendor
all nocturnal creatures will marvel
at the sublime display that they'll witness

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