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The Poetry Of.
Marie Lecrivain...............................................
obscurities
I
How long
can brightness
sustain itself?
My uncertainty darkens
to saffron.
The silk stiffens,
as does my resolve
to do nothing.
II
We argue, dialogue, analyze,
& chart our way
into oblivion.
I am lost,
though it's nice here.
Your hand
I at first perceive as
poised to strike,
lifts me up,
back to the moment,
before the anger tightens.
III
Her heart is wrapped in plastic,
to protect from the corrosive effects
of freezer burn,
tears,
& friendship.
blink
…i witness the transformation of the little god's face
into mere man as he salutes the world with middle
finger extended, rejoicing in the birth of his
perversity…
…that doesn't stop with the traditional passing of
crude gestures, but transmits to winged residents
who partake of sinister edibles placed on the
main drag…
…our weary selves to the mark, waiting for
the belching carriage to take us away from
edge of the world, while the ocean laments
and sighs…
…"this day is passing…
…into another one unnoticed…"
(This poem previously appeared in Issue #5 of Aesthetica.)
"(Poetry) feed my lambs"- Wallace Stevens
I
How do the viands taste?
Falling off your tongue
splashing
onto the whiteness of the page,
stains of intellectual flecks
the appetite cannot digest.
II
This hand on my shoulder encourages
a voice in my ear
to blow seeds of concept
to take root
in my brain.
Embryonic lives war
the mouthpiece
for birth-rites.
III
Nuture you?
What would you have from me?
A diet of stories I cannot provide,
natured moments, strong memories
are my literary mainstay-
Can you grow in my conscience?
