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.........The Poetry Of.
................................. Marie Lecrivain
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............. The olive & tan stripes of a scarf
............. that covered her head,
............. brought into harmony,
............. her placid features,
............. the moon of her face,
............. the caramel orbs of her eyes.
............. My own lingered
............. on a bulge that protruded from her forehead.
............. It wasn't a laceration,
............. just an interruption,
............. in the landscape I was viewing.
............. My unabashed stare
............. caught her wandering gaze.
............. Her candy eyes hardened to stone,
............. as a pair of panicked hands,
............. readjusted to veil what I admired.
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.............. The principle of the thing
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.............. I saw dust bunnies
.............. playing at the feet
.............. of an
.............. uncertain Heisenberg
.............. today.
.............. He picked one up,
.............. reached for an
.............. Occam's razor
.............. tried to lopp off it's ears,
.............. watched the red shift.....
.............. Of course,
.............. the rest of this
.............. tail
.............. is now censored.
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.............. Calle Cauhtemoctzin
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.............. A dusty street,
.............. some desolate, small town in the 30’s.
.............. He captured two Mexican whores
.............. blooming from a windowsill.
.............. The left shone forward and brightly,
.............. dark eyes seductive.
.............. Her polished arms declaring strength,
.............. resilience, and power.
.............. The right rested further back
.............. serene, and quietly majestic,
.............. shedding perfume to the wind.
.............. In the immortal of a silvered print,
.............. they live on.
.............. Lust and fragrant womanhood,
.............. perpetually fleeting,
.............. yet forever theirs.
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