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 Apr 2014 KRB
John Seurat Wendell
click click i'm pressing a button
a button that has no meaning
i am making some words
but the words not following
the words become a sentence
but the sentence tells nothing
maybe this is a feeling
something i cannot tell
or show
or give
its just a feeling
that will eventually die
of old age
and abandonment
click click i want this button to work
but there is no result
there is only wasted space
and empty intervals
line breaks
ends here
now
then never
give me a word to make sense
give me three words to end this
to
end
this
 Apr 2014 KRB
aphrodite
"I wish you well."
                                                          ­                    



                                         ­                                     (but not too well without me)
I like 10 word poems because it forces you to summarize your thoughts  to the point where you're really only saying what you mean.
Maybe I should try using that same theory in my own life, haha.
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 Apr 2014 KRB
Lucky Queue
i sat in church one sunday
and in front of me stood a young mother
small baby cradled in arms
though the infant's skin was of a delicately golden caramel, her mothers was pale as milk cream
she turned to grin that sweet innocent grin only children possess and poke her tongue at me
it looked as a small petal held between her lips, moist with dew and velvety soft
she grinned so easily and lightly, it would have been unthinkable not to have an absolutely comic grin of one's own tugged from ****** muscles
her eyes sparked with that special flame only the innocent and childlike possess
and in that moment
i could not have loved a child more
4.3.14
 Apr 2014 KRB
lazarus
dream
 Apr 2014 KRB
lazarus
easy visions of hopeful future days
boys with dark scarves and fingertips and
tongues carved like needles

unwound with blue lace
smoke like curling paper scraps

the sky is violet
yellow and gray and aching
the trees are paintbrush silhouettes

home stock draining roots
i caress your ball-bearing palms
like drawing lilies from water's edge
inside the sunbeam we cannot see

dreams of once upon a time late nights
held between bitten fingernails and chapped lips
of fourteen years old
a smoke hazy and ***** loss of consciousness

of movement
of loss
march 28th, 2014
 Apr 2014 KRB
amt
tongues
 Apr 2014 KRB
amt
We look at each other
As if we're to kiss.
We speak empty words
And false promises.
 Apr 2014 KRB
Yours et cetera
Fragmented wails
Shards of a broken hourglass
Decrepit candelabras ––
Dusty relics I conjure up
When your scent dances my way

Desolate sighs
The farewell letter you never
Cared to address to me ––
Memories that corrode like acid
When you idly spell my name

Glistening strands of gold
Inscriptions on my back
Daybreaks that infuse vigor ––
Things that vanquish my resistance
When I wallow in the past

*

*We were never compatible;
Of different calibre and breed
But our besmirched souls
Are as indistinguishable as twins
I am sorry I was never good enough.

— The End —