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A light breeze stirred by a ceiling fan Rust colored grapes with unused wick Black boxes making loud noise Wood, steel, dust for ignoring Seven books of circles, missing two Eyeless snake, purple, blue, green, orange, yellow A substitute for your tears Glass wax filled cup extolling LOVE Bars of buttons, black, silver and white Metal cross that will never be pierced by nails A portrait of Jesus Christ beneath red time Dead motor starving for electricity The smell of ***** stirred by the whirling spirit breeze Flower time never passing five twenty three Altar temporarily darkness shrouded Rabbit, flowers, bear, O Happy day Invisible God sings “Come back again” Sound and vision categorized, rarely seen or heard Small life, tiny breathes, hungry for **** Magic metal cubes, alchemic circles From thin air, manifested manufactured chaos Messages, riddles, proclamations of love A bedtime story about the Wild West Slices of trees, glued together, given names Shadows, mirrored lights, ceiling fan, triptych The Great Emancipator looking under fingerprint stained glass, discarded Evolved being denying the elements Narcissist pools everywhere Incredible miracle fed through lines and air Cells with open doors, keys thrown away Prisoners content, afraid of what’s outside Poets fooling themselves believe in inspiration All of this. All of this. All of this. All of that. All of that. All of that. It overwhelms, confuses and boggles Try to take it all in---explode and disappear A chain hangs from the ceiling Pull it once, the ceiling fan turns Pull it twice, the ceiling fan slows to a stoop And if you pull it really hard You will yank the ceiling fan from it’s moorings If lights are part of the fixture They will break into a thousand tiny fragments If you step on one your foot will bleed
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
ceiling fan
A light breeze stirred by a ceiling fan Rust colored grapes with unused wick Black boxes making loud noise Wood, steel, dust for ignoring Seven books of circles, missing two Eyeless snake, purple, blue, green, orange, yellow A substitute for your tears Glass wax filled cup extolling LOVE Bars of buttons, black, silver and white Metal cross that will never be pierced by nails A portrait of Jesus Christ beneath red time Dead motor starving for electricity The smell of ***** stirred by the whirling spirit breeze Flower time never passing five twenty three Altar temporarily darkness shrouded Rabbit, flowers, bear, O Happy day Invisible God sings “Come back again” Sound and vision categorized, rarely seen or heard Small life, tiny breathes, hungry for **** Magic metal cubes, alchemic circles From thin air, manifested manufactured chaos Messages, riddles, proclamations of love A bedtime story about the Wild West Slices of trees, glued together, given names Shadows, mirrored lights, ceiling fan, triptych The Great Emancipator looking under fingerprint stained glass, discarded Evolved being denying the elements Narcissist pools everywhere Incredible miracle fed through lines and air Cells with open doors, keys thrown away Prisoners content, afraid of what’s outside Poets fooling themselves believe in inspiration All of this. All of this. All of this. All of that. All of that. All of that. It overwhelms, confuses and boggles Try to take it all in---explode and disappear A chain hangs from the ceiling Pull it once, the ceiling fan turns Pull it twice, the ceiling fan slows to a stoop And if you pull it really hard You will yank the ceiling fan from it’s moorings If lights are part of the fixture They will break into a thousand tiny fragments If you step on one your foot will bleed
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
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