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the day came
to press her face
in the fertile flame
of abundant folds
pungent sweet marigold
(just another day at work....as a lesbian. flowers are, after all, the genitals of the plant.)
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| and now for an act of plagiarism
combining my search for
good lines of poetry with my love for random meaning and pals i have
been picking at random lines from 20th Century Poetry and Poetics
so here is something done with a friend in mind
for Simeon
in whose old pupils the sun became
Desperate soldier's hands which kill all things
And there were no strings
attached
and punished with long sentences
the sun rises under the pillar of your tongue
Don't shout
A last shawl of burning lies
And himself a maddening speck among them
The hour of revelation was come
Its intestine like a small red valise
And turning toward the window, should say:
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas
Your destination and your destiny's
Drink and be whole again beyond confusion
I conclude! I conclude!
My dearest dust, I can't stay here
To be in different states without a change
is not a possibility
To look down into the drained pool
Desire was winter-calm,
A moon away.
The ailments escaped from the labels
Sparrows go on having dust baths at the edge of transitions
oddly wooden in spite of scales |
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| I apply my personality in a paste
but in the light it cracks and flakes
leaving little bits of disgrace
in the crevices of my lady's lace
I imply my personality in a haste
a few little touches to melt the face
leaving with and without trace
evidence
of summer in heat
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| For Now
whose coils contain the ocean
Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall
And takes strange gain away
in waves still as the skillful yachts pass over
tortures the biggest hulls, the best man knows
and went back to the East Mountains
In ignorant good will
And indeed they spare nobody
The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves
I am going
where asses lie down
(another random set of lines chosen from 20th Century Poetry and Poetics)
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