Interspaced poems on Hello Poetry

M Gordon Meier May 2013

11

There

In my Drowsiness

Drumming on my moon

nothing

Feet as misery

Hands as despair

but by

From before

I was roused wicked

Voice Failed

Lost

Disheveled

Once I finally wept

Hoping instead of seeing

Reaching rather than grasping

You’re my blows made wide

Cleansed acceptance

Warmth restored the better part of me now

–

What am I to do?

in sleep

again

terrified i

and

and…

here

You few bushes

With Grief allowed voices

Interspaced With

– — –

forgotten

Dirt Witch Feb 2018

You and (you and your lustful) Multitudes

I.
Our limbs
(winter - bared
to the cold)
paled
* orange peels in the pillow case
against the duvet (snow littered with tangerine skins)
feet spilling out the window into the garden beneath our bed
where hands nurture fruit grown in smoke and unfastening *
bunched tendons in our hands
compound torsos with the submission into, clawing for gravity of
(yes, love)
Of please - yes, love (love, love),
Of marbled - quaking , tongue - in - my - mouth - down - my - spine, sun - in - my - eyes - when- we - touch love,
{feeling}
Rose -y yellow

II.
Periwinkle artifice
Interspaced with
Drip
Smear
Blur
Of cloud (silver gray)
Sun-splash on James Joyce
As February’s finger
Blushes spring

III.
(You and your lustful multitudes)

#love #literature #*** #lust #sleep

T R S Jun 2019

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Actually, and after,
Beds, before, bravely built
Came cross crew, caulked, caved
Dove, dived, dug
Entered, expected every entrance ever.
Finally, few first felt
Gaul, grace, grossness,
How high her heaven held
In interspaced indifference.
Just jokes,
Kiddies kidded
Like little liveries. Like lost little laughs.
Most meet
Not next, not never, not neat, not nice.
Only over onager onery.
Please place people, perhaps past pain, past peaks, past pimples.
Quit quivering,
Right rangers, running round ranges
So soften such seals
Take tough touches
Under udders, undulating urges.
Very verified visages.
Why worry? What's worth when worrying?
Xenonphobic xenons xeroxing
You. Your yummy, yearly
Zone, Zoo.

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