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Jamie L Cantore Nov 2014
ohlil'elf I SPEAK magictricity
            boastsevenafter manyayear                    
                myluv TO THEE, 2b a dynamo
myheritage isasoft taleincandy apple gold
AND  THEE IS HER,  AND SHE   IS THEE, dirtdiggerdigup edgars poems; AND TO W H O  M   I  REFER.

andso COULD SHE BE oncemine
                                   protectherfromAS MUCH damage
as oncewas INTO ME itseems
AS I AM INTO HER?
we'll see
AND IF SO,  THEN THIS PLEA  FROM ME WITH   W  O  E  F  U  L  
    rocket TEAR,
                   stars WILL NOT GO TOO LONG moon
ringing UNANSWERED HERE, opalstone
iou FOR HER SILENCE HURTS,  BUT IS  inpearly gems
 R     A     R     E.

benfranklin deadseafrom SO FAR AWAY!  acrimsonsky and YET SO NEAR! even tiny bugs heedseen

we arewherewe are
  BUT I WISH YOU WERE NEARER, DEAR! indialogue
love-in-a-mist
lone BECAUSE stars
by  EACH DOMINION dawns
early ON SUCH OCCASION light
silver MUST UNWIND, streak
bombs SO AS TO burst
solely BE a sole
redredrosy  
heaven REBORN IN THE MORNING SHINE, sent
                                   RETURNING AS GLORIOUS and
mighty AND AS FRESH AS THE NEW DAY SKY, might he
repent
once AND THEREUPON SHOULDST CARRY ON upon
adream WITHOUT IMPERFECT MOAN OR a my tier
luving SIGH. ofluv

fortunate I  PLEAD WITH THEE TO MANUMIT cookie
wrench YOUR TIGHTENED CLASP chromium
calcium THAT BINDS, petalstems

ouija  heArts knoweth
asdf REST fdsa
zxcv YOUR WEARY vcxz
lkjh HEAD A BIT ON MINE, hjkl
mnbv AND EASE INTO PLEASANT REVERIES.  vbnm
yeseth                                         ­                            noeth
isitasif or asis youwillhaveme
oh AFTER ALL, THE DUSK HAS COME TO GIVE REST TO THEE, to all
pay AND I AM YOURS AND YOURS AM I  notmuchattention
to me yet
openmetoyour -I AM RESTFUL SLEEP. interpretation
Read the bold print first
read the lower case print next
finally, read it as a whole
a whole lot of mumbo jumbles!
PK Wakefield Nov 2010
i ladle and belch the **** of my manure cloud sphere clad with
serious hair up to the lip of 2nd speaking red and receding in naked
i growly split tenderly aching muck and i open my mouth and
procreate assuredly my twin vibrations of love and death and i'm
also as they. or who is the bursa inflamed digital crunching sapphire
      
               and

only my fathers know also what. they are only old. but took me
in their ink and gave me blood and gave me words and they are Eliot
or cummings OR hobbes or deScartes and plAto   or Nietzsche'
and they showed me. and they showered me. and they make me
or only(itseems) they do: are likened unto me and the machine of my
thought making grayness...
                                                     and only my fathers
they know only like me and we are 1
PK Wakefield May 2015
this new
the slim body of
thorough unbroken
tremors

seems


it

itseems

like as like
unseemly
coils of
brute laughter
the languid burst
after *******

and

serene pitches of
in the winter when
first grows
first fingers
into tense coldness
of taught muscles

the love fist

       (uncurling)

through stark air,

A rose.

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