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"thumbspeak" poems
You are twenty days late In your response Who do you think you are? That I’d jump at your thumbspeak? It was a passing thing Thinking about you now With your flecked baldness Your Cheshire cat teeth Glowing against Your ***** black skin Your disease A foul smell In the arid air The long stretch Of your tawny arms That once carried The weight Of your insecurities Your sweaty palms Like milk The sweat In your back Your unpunctuated sentences And your shallow joys… You are twenty days late But you’ve lost me On the fourth day
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
sterph
20 DAYS LATE
You are twenty days late In your response Who do you think you are? That I’d jump at your thumbspeak? It was a passing thing Thinking about you now With your flecked baldness Your Cheshire cat teeth Glowing against Your ***** black skin Your disease A foul smell In the arid air The long stretch Of your tawny arms That once carried The weight Of your insecurities Your sweaty palms Like milk The sweat In your back Your unpunctuated sentences And your shallow joys… You are twenty days late But you’ve lost me On the fourth day
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I always envision you In the mountains across the sea In a silent retreat You left a few years ago Homeward bound I am in a city You are spreadeagled on the sand Under the stars You think about me I think about you One night the world was being ravaged by a storm You were someplace else Dark Cold "Do not ride the boat home", I said. We were up all night Thumbspeak Black Pitch-black I could see you In the flame of my matchstick I could even hear your laughter My heart was being ravaged by the storm You were my anchor. You swam the sparkling seas Your iridescent skin And I wish I was there You said you wish I was there "I am getting thin," you said. Thumbspeak, I could hear your labored breathing I could see you climb the mountains I could see you bathing in the sun I could hear you preach I could see you staring at the night sky Could see your eyelashes across the universe "Goodnight" "Goodnight" Then you cut off Thinking I cut off Summer Rain Summer Time has passed August. September. October. November. December. January. February. March. April. We stare up at the clouds "Isugba" What? "Inihaw" "I missed you." "I missed you." "No, you did not" "I did." "Why?" "You stopped speaking to me" "No, you stopped speaking to me" "I missed you." I could clearly see you again In the flame of my matchstick Against the sun In the rain In the dark In the wind I was there with you again Counting the stars Swimming the seas And climbing the mountains And preaching And soaring in the sky And tasting the salt of the seawater And plunging the depths of the sea of your soul of your heart I am now anchored.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
sterph
Thumbspeak Across the Universe
I always envision you In the mountains across the sea In a silent retreat You left a few years ago Homeward bound I am in a city You are spreadeagled on the sand Under the stars You think about me I think about you One night the world was being ravaged by a storm You were someplace else Dark Cold "Do not ride the boat home", I said. We were up all night Thumbspeak Black Pitch-black I could see you In the flame of my matchstick I could even hear your laughter My heart was being ravaged by the storm You were my anchor. You swam the sparkling seas Your iridescent skin And I wish I was there You said you wish I was there "I am getting thin," you said. Thumbspeak, I could hear your labored breathing I could see you climb the mountains I could see you bathing in the sun I could hear you preach I could see you staring at the night sky Could see your eyelashes across the universe "Goodnight" "Goodnight" Then you cut off Thinking I cut off Summer Rain Summer Time has passed August. September. October. November. December. January. February. March. April. We stare up at the clouds "Isugba" What? "Inihaw" "I missed you." "I missed you." "No, you did not" "I did." "Why?" "You stopped speaking to me" "No, you stopped speaking to me" "I missed you." I could clearly see you again In the flame of my matchstick Against the sun In the rain In the dark In the wind I was there with you again Counting the stars Swimming the seas And climbing the mountains And preaching And soaring in the sky And tasting the salt of the seawater And plunging the depths of the sea of your soul of your heart I am now anchored.
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