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  Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
  Apr 2020 Sky Alice
island poet
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for some time,
in these troubled moments,
midst the uprooted formless firmament
where rawest poems come from,
and the saddest gentled, go to die,
colloquially a place, a space,
we call,
time

in these, them days of lockdown quarantine,
time has lost its preeminence,
the swagger of precision-swiss-definition
of the imposing measuring stick of
routine
is lost to that very
formless firmament

we look at each aghast,
with wild puzzlement faces,
inquiring of each other,

what day of the week is it?

the eavesdropping, spying voice of this device
answers,
“see the upper left corner”

which is kind of a miracle
but not nearly as amazing that

a few hours later,
or some time span of an approximate relevancy,
(we assume,)
we ask each other, once more,
in a reverie of hopelessness,
with total no-pretense of the
when,
no, worse,
the frightening pointy needlessness of
why
it matters

dearest darling,
pray, pray,
what day of the week is it?

writ on the Isle of Manhattan
  Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Anynomous Revealer
let’s rush
run through field
it’s what we want to do

let’s dance
around the fire
hand in hand

let’s sing
near the sea
swelling in our hearts

let’s swim
in the ocean
floating in warmth

let’s soar
high above the clouds
to keep our heads

but in the end
if you want

I’ll sleep near you
my arms to keep
the monsters away

and maybe
I would like
the same

strong arms
to surround me
safe haven to be

face to face
your hair in your eyes
I brush it away

you steal one from me
so I take it back
the kiss

your eyes sparkle
I’m lost in the emerald hue
and I realize

I love you
  Apr 2020 Sky Alice
Ciel Noir
.                                                                ­                    
            the twisted patterns                        
                                ­       𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦          interlace  
                                𝘵𝘩𝘦          𝘢𝘯𝘥        
                  𝘴𝘬𝘺          𝘵𝘩𝘦
                     the mysteries          𝘴𝘶𝘯                          
                ­                          fall into place
          𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺                                           
                           ­ 
              𝘰𝘯𝘦                  𝘣𝘺                   one    
                                                                ­                                        .
Sky Alice Apr 2020
He touches my hand        
  
      In another dimension  

      Sea nudges the sand
who says haikus can't rhyme?
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