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 Nov 2017 Zoe Sue
Vela
Love notes
 Nov 2017 Zoe Sue
Vela
You left love notes
Written along my ribcage
You said the spaces
Made perfect lines for poetry
My skin still remembers
Even after I washed you off
 Nov 2017 Zoe Sue
Rj
She goes from skipping down the streets,
Smile as big as her unreasonable new dreams
To running her cold fingers along the edge,
Thick extension cord
Adorns her neck like a string of pearls
Im good. being dramatic
 Nov 2017 Zoe Sue
Allen Ginsberg
Cool black night thru redwoods
cars parked outside in shade
behind the gate, stars dim above
the ravine, a fire burning by the side
porch and a few tired souls hunched over
in black leather jackets.  In the huge
wooden house, a yellow chandelier
at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers
hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles
Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths
dancing to the vibration thru the floor,
a little **** in the bathroom, girls in scarlet
tights, one muscular smooth skinned man
sweating dancing for hours, beer cans
bent littering the yard, a hanged man
sculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.
And 4 police cars parked outside the painted
gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.

                                        December 1965
 May 2017 Zoe Sue
Jeff Stier
The right eye
is the window of hope
the left eye
the window of despair

And this proposition
is proven in my photograph
a portrait of a grizzled guy
taken just before
he stepped in front of a speeding car
while gesticulating wildly

Who knows what happened there?

Yet I will live!
gather fallen timbers
to form a stockade
against time

Because finally
I have discovered
that time is not my friend

It's a simple game she plays
time girl
trickster girl
but my ancient beams
will prevail

I swear it
by a handful of ash
and mark the moment
with a rune that exists
outside of time
and says simply

Be this.
You were forever thus.

It's a difficult rune to read
and a harder path
to follow.
Wishing I knew the feeling of having you aside me on a cloudy day
rain on top of rain

I'm parched with your presence.
No escaping in mind
No escaping
My world folds

I've lived to dive in between your arms with a gentle breeze brushing against the tiny hairs on your neck. My precious limestone you are; the walking life in my existence you've came to be.

No telling in the time I'll crash
No space within my soul
My found soul no longer cold

Bring me to the day I'll wake up, my medium size hands touching my face, my breath getting heavier, and my heart skipping a beat

What a dream
What a dream
What a dream
You were

Too much to handle with my fantasy; your beautiful mind and feminism has over flooded  my mind with questions

Spear me I beg
Hear me

I'm full spiritually with hope that the day's will bring you back to me whole and not portions of my desires
No mind tricks from imagination

A one to love
A one to be loved
And a romantic death

I'll love you when those days become promising
I'll love you without the promising days

By: Leory Santana Dawn
 Apr 2017 Zoe Sue
Ted Hughes
"No, the serpent did not
****** Eve to the apple.
All that's simply
Corruption of the facts.

Adam ate the apple.
Eve ate Adam.
The serpent ate Eve.
This is the dark intestine.

The serpent, meanwhile,
Sleeps his meal off in Paradise -
Smiling to hear
God's querulous calling."
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