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Lori Carlson Apr 2010
For Gertrude Stein

that vast land
a wanderer's dream
to wonder
to ponder
in awe
a~mazed

like spiderwebs
lineages of pearls
falling
cascading

a land of invisble boundries
boudaries unlimited
ideas limitless
exploring
branching

like a woman's thoughts
tree branches
no time no space
the melting of Dali's clocks

a land of no beginnings
no middle
endless
images endless

like the vortex
spiraling inward
downward
voidless
This poem was originally written in a tree branching, spirally down the page format.
Unfortunately I cannot capture that appearance here.

Inspired by Gertrude Stein's The Geographical History of America

(c) 1995, Iona Nerissa


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~Lori Carlson~
Louie Joe Aug 2018
Another night, my room and I
Why are the walls closing in?
Am I under the spell or influence
Of that miracle drug in my vein?
Need no needles, tubes or ember
I just injected ink on paper
Then flowed the magic medicine
Which bred a fiery urge within

Fantasies kept secretly deep
Mental euphoria slowly creep
Outside the boudaries of reality
Command my hands to artistry
I'm about to make a crime scene
Execution of rhymes with rhythm
Verses run wildly unstoppable
Words of a mad man undeniable.

The red webs nesting my iris
While I stare the empty white,
Kaleidoscoping imagery enigmatic
In my mind confused and chaotic
Cannot pause for a drink or ****
Masterpiece I shall finish this
Still in my blood, will always be
This lingering lust for poetry.

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