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The day I met you

 

The day I met you

you meandered through the aquarium

without the guise of an

hourglass ripple

 

and all the fish(ies)

schooled about you

as if you

or your

shadow

wasn't there

 

Perhaps I was a shark that day.

 


 

 

Blood Red

 

I've got blood on my hands

no, just paint

but imagine it

trickling down my arms

falling color

red expanding

painting a vast, crimson, fiery sea

and upon it

I'd drift

alone

floating under a climbing scarlet sky

the blood hot ruby sun

burning

bleeding through a tepid breeze

descending

to land

lightly

upon me

 


 

Autums Fields

 

See me at days end

plowing autumns fields

in the cast of a casket

 orange-leaves

  fall

I see them

 landing

on my cool body

on the earth I plowed

the patterns of a graveyard

soil as fresh

and blooming autumns flowers

thrown on my chest

as days go by

in the woods

by the water

I won't decay

as autumns

 fall

 


 

The lamplight stood

 

The lamplight stood

phasing her

 

I didn't know how to say

"separate yourself from the thinnest of filament"

 

She said "what?"

breaking the silence

and our eyes met

 

We jointly put an x

though the idea

of our own future children

and thought

unspoken

as to how to fight the state

for our romantic freedom

 


 

Remind me to:

 

take a photo of

the library bathroom

The checkboard floor beneath the couple of urinals

add a misspelled scrabble game

photograph the line of sinks

 

and

outside

that sign that says"

(growing smaller in repetition)

Quiet

  Quiet

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         Quiet

               Quiet

                        Quiet

Please be Quiet

People are studying

 

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