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M Dec 2019
the act of poetry is a private one
but unyielding i still whisper your name
devoured by foaming ripples & wishes --

i miss you
M Dec 2019
brown hair, painted freckles
draped by a paint-splattered jean jacket.
         Intentional? I think so  
a cherub shaking
in the momentum of it all

alas, just an imitation of perfection
naked eyes, drawn-out smile,
        who are you?
        a face distorted.

I reach out to caress you--
only to be greeted by pane
M Dec 2019
no pretty language please
i would like to combust

how does one recover from failure?
how does one not let it consume them?

wikihow then.
  Dec 2019 M
Sylvia Plath
Cut
for Susan O'Neill Roe

What a thrill ----
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.

Whose side are they one?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to ****

The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ----

The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux ****
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when
The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How you jump ----
Trepanned veteran,
***** girl,
Thumb stump.
M Dec 2019
Strand by strand
Tying up the last loose ends

Headlines
An avid public, clamoring
For more
A beautiful wife allegedly
Unfaithful & now
Dead

Emotions & prejudices virtually nonexistent
Motionless, twelve talesman
No women
A dry somewhat pedantic gesture
“Is the prosecution agreeable?”
No loophole for escape
“It was never in dispute”

Smile
A twist of compassion.
Humble & beseeching

Give me.
Never.
I wrote this using the blackout poetry method so it doesn't make much sense.
M Nov 2019
smoke whirling out of our mouths
we listened to each other
sharing the same breath,
hearts beating together,

using places up
dangling from that balcony over the water,
sharing a confined space for an eternity.
M Nov 2019
dormant leaves unfold
as spring bursts them into life
                 "lead me to a grove
                   in celestial light"
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