"pavulon" poems
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not as a hammer, nor a fist,
but as the words on a page
of a book you know so well
without ever having reached for it
as if your brain had been yoked,
it had been your thoughts
draining away through
the tip of the pen,
to be captured
by the permanence held in white
or a syringe;
sodium thiopental,
20mg norcuron or pavulon
the littlest
of hand prints
pressed in concrete,
incarcerating the image
for the parents
who lost their
memories
this is how he struck me --
the wanderlust punk
i saw him
as i see the new moon,
a mirror without illumination
in the dark,
the mind cannot
fill in blanks
besides, my last check bounced
and my word bank got bailed out
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC