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| An Angel, Once You've Fallen |
| Homemade ornaments of tragedy, hung upon a Christmas tree face Little finger chipping away at red nail polish, blotches of ten cherry wounds remain Blue jeans swaying a tributary, slapped by the turnstile Statuary hands move quiet, collecting stares at the trolley stop Hair: silent & dramatic The audience seated, consuming its frustration, not being able to touch the face of lust Oblivious to the world which falls at your belly, you daydream through Tuesday�s boredom Walking out of the moment, taking the wealth of whispers & gossamer essence under your skin, away in thoughts with no eyelids We paint you, until you have left our vision � 2000Jonathan Hayes |
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| tide pool |
| winds + currents drive surface water away from shore: abalone meditates inside shell eel unable to escape itself barnacles chart a map of pondering anemone blossoms paralyzing tentacles starfish brooding a universe hermit crab shares dinner with scale worm chitons pretend to be the missing link sea slug breathes through hermaphrodite skin nudibranch splashed with poisonous abstractions kelp offers a sanctuary the last of the ebb drains away & yet, a metaphor remains � 2000 Jonathan Hayes |
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| icicle |
| upon a dreary gray frozen New England day the poem begins [a basement garden apartment door opens] here stands demon head lady supreme two boys enter with toys in their pockets their animated feet laughing and eyeballs skylarking "one more sound out of you and I�ll ground you to next year" silence dwelled in their thumbs that swelled all night long demon head lady supreme returns to dream cigarette and her halfway read trash books accompanied by the smash of a good-night pill [a quiet bedside phone inside the riot of four walls] the boys embrace in a true golden grace of flesh, blood, and bone time will tell if hell has hands of endless hours � 2000 Jonathan Hayes |
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