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 Apr 2012 miranda
JK Cabresos
So I will shut up
for me to hear you.
© 2012
as haunting
as the rigidness of your back
or suppleness of where that straight line leads
 Mar 2012 miranda
JL
Was the heat that melted to the seat

She stood out in the lawn


A cigarette hangs from her lips

As she pins clothes to the line

Hot devil heat

Firecracker town

Downtown

Not too hot for coffee

Or the wide open window

The waitress wears her same Sunday dress

That girl has got to let go

Sugar cookie skin

Making smiles at the manager

Even when everyone

In their right mind is looking

It's a street or two to the sea

A ritualistic walk of black frying pan

Asphalt

Barefoot and broken

I climb to the end of the jetty

As the sun starts to set

If you were here this is where I would take you

On the edge of the sea

Where no one is looking

I would try to kiss you

Or hold your hand

But I know you would just laugh and say

"You're such a silly boy"

So I know better

So the sun sets

The stars come out  with the moon

So beautiful on the sea

******* its so beautiful!

I just wish you could see
 Mar 2012 miranda
JL
Hand drawn
 Mar 2012 miranda
JL
Don't lick your fingers to flip a page
Find it

The fire is there
Between the pages

You open up your ears

And my voice comes in

We are both now

On perfect waves

We could talk about

Purple sunsets

Or white winters
Next to the sea

Crisp white paper
Long black pen

Draw my future

Draw again

How's it lookin'?

Do you see her eyes?

They're somewhere hidden

Hand drawn

On the corner of the pages

Where I knew you would see

Black storms of virtue
Black seas of greed
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