Graceful Nonsense

thoughts falling in ladders

downward sloping air

anointed

blessed and breathing tunnels

past poaching pears

and

small

precarious things…

leaning and laughing

tall words

balancing

on lonely blue chairs ….

and there

here

at the highest point

sweet musk curls

inhaling

a graceful nonsense

 

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even breath offers hope

 

no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me

or strike in desperate sheets

of seething frustration

it sticks

like a lion to the golden ground

present

strong

worthy

it sings, this blind thing,

like a sword

stripping notes from the sky

blossoms

falling slowly

begging touch

sweet lopping of heads

a silver screen, pops and jumps

making obvious the distortion that laps at my heart

more and more I laugh and yet it stays.

yes

I hoped the laughing would coax it to light where it would fold over

revealing sharp edged flatness

but it seems the hoping just gives it a platform

and only acceptance offers hope

but that gives it a platform

that begs the acceptance that offers hope………. that gives….

even breath

offers

hope

 

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Corn I AM

 

lets shuck these green folds of

corn skin that cover me

my kernel is sweet

I am….

rows and rows of friends

walking stiffly forward

a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,

an organised chaos

I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts

like waterfalls of flesh

sun bleached dunes

parting veils

dripping butter

smiling in a tempest of

spices

feet

personality

This is magical…..

a world

where a kernel of corn

is the meaning of life