Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Marginal Poetry (some older stuff)

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Here's a toast to my friend Doubt
The janitor of Whatcouldbe
Who with his icy reason numbs
Throbbing infinity

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sing children
to peace
with kind words of war
When desiring freedom
brothers soft
ly exhaled
death

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love is to dream
as dawn
remembering night's moonlit
faithless delicious treason
embraces the sun

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skin dancing
his hard tongue glazing
her throat with dewdrops
madly-delicious graceful
caramel faces sweat into satin

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These are some of the poems I have written when I was experiencing writers' block. They are "refrigerator poetry" and were done on a poetry website.

1 comment:

Nichole said...

skin dancing ...

Love those two words together. Great stuff, my friend. It feels almost like I'm peeping into your windows when I read this stuff. I'm not a stalker, I swear it! Thanks for sharing. I look forward to reading more of your fine words.

;)
Nic