I’ve found another gem in the creek,
it shines with blue orbs in the sun
and white pearls before a coffee
black canvas. I will keep this one
but I can’t remember
where I put the last one… time
took it away on travels tragic— mythic—
and I don’t miss it anymore
now that I have you, my shiny gem,
smoothed geode, cracked
down the center
like the last earthquake that struck my passions
terrified I’ll lose you, I put you away
in a perfect box, in the perfect darkness
of a crawl space crack, a loose closet wallboard
where I will never look again,
hidden
by an idea, hidden
by what I need you to be,
hidden with furious passions
only rivaled
by that of a 12-year-old’s rock collection.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 11:24 PM UTC
I’ve found another gem in the creek,
it shines with blue orbs in the sun
and white pearls before a coffee
black canvas. I will keep this one
but I can’t remember
where I put the last one… time
took it away on travels tragic— mythic—
and I don’t miss it anymore
now that I have you, my shiny gem,
smoothed geode, cracked
down the center
like the last earthquake that struck my passions
terrified I’ll lose you, I put you away
in a perfect box, in the perfect darkness
of a crawl space crack, a loose closet wallboard
where I will never look again,
hidden
by an idea, hidden
by what I need you to be,
hidden with furious passions
only rivaled
by that of a 12-year-old’s rock collection.
Edited: 2/25/11 -more imagery
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