something about the
way you move, stars
that don't shine, sleeping
amethyst skies, in the corner
of the screen, clouds flock
lightening blue sweeps
across the horizon, it comes
to me in a dream: a field flattened
with sunflowers, your proposal
caught on faded Super 8
etching love on my arms, vanishing
into lost highways, trapped
on the last mile home
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something about the sky,
that day, whatever happened
to the light, did Van Gogh really
cut off his ear?
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it's always the third track
the vinyl's scratched, it jumps
then stutters:
for years and years
I roamed
roamed
roamed ...
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something about that day,
the sky, you took a razor
to the sun, pierced another
hole next to the stretcher
jabbed a rusty nine-inch nail
through flesh
flattened sunflowers
and bone
sleeping skies
and blood
not shining, the stars
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whatever
happened
to the light
whatever
ReplyDeleteLove it, Kristen
I roamed for years
in a dreamscene film
I woke up in a cell
what happened
to the light
That’s a perfect sequel thanks Rob. Post it on the blog!
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