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Josh Jul 2014
A storefront window
A wax figure
that shed its oily fingers one
by one to feel closer to its
yellow core. Moving meant
melting, and melting meant
a puddle of desperate,
flesh colored wax
separated from the summer
encased behind a pane of glass
melting was not an option
so motionless it remained
with an elastic smile
and immaculate hair
greeting guest, upon guest
with false love and
glazed marble eyes
gleaming like cubic zirconia
Josh Jul 2014
pull me near
   and embrace
      my palpitations,
         the spiders
            in my throat,
               my caffeinated blood,
                  my weakly ghosts
Josh Jul 2014
Lucid eyelid
whispers
awoke the silk
in his skin,
the fingers
in their heart

The teeth
in his eyes
pierced their bones
with sweet,
painless mosquito
kisses
Close your **** window or get eaten alive by mosquito's.
Josh Jul 2014
Don't give me that
Smack me with a brick
before you flash that
Colgate smile
Take your eager flight
to your far off place
and leave me to
my sugar coated
shards of glass.

                             {Flight Departing At: 9:30AM}

Remember when we would sing
to the radio
                        and laugh because
                                                                ­                     we didn't
know
                                             the lyrics?

                 {baggage}    
                                               or the time
{security}
              {Take off shoes. Remove Belt}
                you cried   
                                                              ­                   in  my bed?

                          {How many bags are you checking in today?}

we both got so
sunburned   once
you had the imprint of your
                                                            ­                           tank-top
on your back and
I thought my
                                         nose
would fall off

                                              {Flight Itinerary}  
{Drivers License}
                   we rushed through
sushi
and I accidentally ate
                                                      too much wasabi
                                                          ­                          {Is anyone sitting there?}
                                            awkwardly held on to each other
on top of that concrete sculpture of a
                                                                ­              cat
or was it a
                               pig?
                   {Airplane Mode}
            ran to the          
   beach and climbed that         really uncomfortable rock?
                      {sleep}          
     I was so
                                                                ­                                      content
next to

                                         you
                                      {Silence}

            ­                   {Fasten seat belts}

{Baggage claim}
                                        there was a time when we made each other                             
       happy.

                              
you had to                                                           move.
All the way to                                        good Ol' North Carolina.

It was a
                             chance                        we took.

What we had was only               temporary

                                A               looming                     date.

At some point
@ some                         airport           in               San Francisco
you would leave                                                            ­        


                                                      ­               me


at 9:30AM.



{gone with the clouds}
Josh Jul 2014
I lull the salt
and the rain
with the company of
sour visitors
perpetual silence
stabbing me in
my palms
I strung it together
with thin white exhales
In the morning
I become tangled
apologetic veins
a rib cage and
a buoy, white endless
silence
tangled at the root.
Josh Mar 2013
She reveled above the film
of Central Park sun-rays

Angel of granite,
seductress
of seagulls

Perched above her iconic
feathered fingers

Angel of granite,
enchanter of flocks

of well traveled bodies
flecked with salty sea crystals

Angel of granite,
fountain May

Cascades dancing diamonds
from her feet

Posing for pictures,
frozen in heat
of
Summertime sailboat
breeze

Angel of granite, goddess of
brittle bird bones

wading in
chlorine puddles of tears
Ekphrasis poem based off of Bethesda Fountain in NY:
http://ephemeralnewyork.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/bethesdafountain.jpg
Josh Mar 2013
The stream
                        Runs rough

Beyond the towers of brick and mortar
A bridge of crumbling red concrete
Incased between the leaves, and rivers stone

I give
                       My trust

To the leather reins,
The horse that clops the uneasy terrain,
The decaying stones threatening to give way

I pour
                       My Mind

Into the rivers blue,
As if to feed the salmon,
Gorge the trout.

I slosh
                      My Eyes

To the rivers shore,
The edge of sludge and scale,
The currents of clay.
This is my attempt at an imagist poem! How did I do??
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