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The Ash Tree is metaphor
For the disappeared;
Like Mayans,
Liberals and fair play.
Nasties bore through
Looking to survive.
Not for ivory or painted fur,
Not for all the cod.
Check out the bins behind restaurants,
The methane valves in neighbourhoods,
Geysers in Bear Creek,
Toddlers vanishing into preshcool,
The tainted years of our elders,
The ones who've failed to launch.
Fire, not water,
Urns, not coffins.
I think of these as I water my tomatoes,
Not for survival,
For sanity.
Eyes seek beauty and enchant in soul not a persons face.
**** all the ****
get blissed it's
wings all the way down
Unlocking the secrets of paper
By fold and crease
And light razor kiss
Spill ink and water
Watch the colors
Bleed and drip
And palpitate
Random strokes of fate
By wind and breath
Scatter white stars about
Bend and tuck and frame
A litte home
For my queen
Who wears my heart
In her crown
And a little book
A little book
With the simple tale
Of a paper love
A paper love
Turned
Real
Written while working on a paper sculpture of "Paper Queen"... "light razor kiss" is refrence to scoring the paper to get a clean fold in thicker papers such as watercolor or bristol board.  The figure and base were sheets of paper painted in acrylic ink and goauche, spreading and mixing the colors at random.  Then adding "stars" by blowing on the brush tip lightly filled with white ink.  Mmmyep...
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Maybe, they're right. Maybe, I was wrong. Maybe loving you is like explaining to everyone what water taste like. Maybe, being in love with you is a trap. But with all the maybe's, in this roller coaster world, you are the only thing that's right.
Notebooks scattered here and there
Broken pencils in cup holders
Empty energy drink cans on the floor
***** of paper strewn across the house
An open thesaurus on the kitchen counter
Instrumental music on loop playing
and the poet themself draped
over the couch cushions fast asleep
with all their clothes on...
Let us express our emotions freely through the written word
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