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the poems on this page:
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< sky color >
< and after >
< like the new life you are >
< and this is your brain on love >
< waking with you >
< flying to the islands >
< lost in the wires >
< the moon tonight >
< true love 1 2 3 >
< christmas paper >
< homesick for the lost continent >
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< sky color >
the sky was the color you expect
and you were a part of the sky
i was standing looking up
it was the only thing i could do
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< and after >
The position of the time the workings of the day produce the frame i see you in
and after
You say my name in the sun in the wind where the birds float with each word that fills me in
Through the next window the music seems never to repeat
and after We drift on the tide of hours waves of each moment providing direction showing me yourself then myself as we make our way through this day When you leave it could be groceries it could be forever and after It will be and I try not to think of that too much but who can help it and the day ends too As I hear your voice again drawing us up making this life on the breeze floating us with the birds and after ---
< like the new life you are >
your eye is out
and you look so quickly
and change so fast
like the new life you are
just freshly delivered from
the belly of an earthy
bird that used to sing to me
in the mornings
and yes
there it is again
with your voice
singing to me
calling across canyons
across a bright sun
across the whole
continent of america
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< and this is your brain on love >
was i talking to you
about roller coasters?
about why we end up
at the top again
"but people need to do this"
i say to you
trying to abstract myself
out of using words like
"you" and "me"
too close in a sentence
cause it causes
just a little too much feeling
just a little too much hormone
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< waking with you >
here
my eyes fall
at the rise
of a sleeping chest
in a slow light
they fall back
into our quiet dream
to hold you
as you've always
held me
gently
like a warm blanket
a soft pillow
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< flying to the islands >
it won't be with you
thoughts whisper
but when
flying to the islands
there are always voices
whispering
taking the worries
from the room i left
in childhood
from the mother waking me
waking me for
flying to the islands
i watch an ocean
filled with the sun
filled with waves
of uncertainty
it won't be with you
thoughts whisper
and drift with my
thoughts of you
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< lost in the wires >
we all want
this even life
this vision of beauty
looking at us
like the crowd looks
at the singer
we see in ourselves
in the mirror
in the night dreaming
of someone far away
and feeling stupid
about crying
about being lonely
in a world
so filled with love
and poetry
that it even flows
from our machines
connected
in the night
with tiny treads
that weave themselves
across a continent
and find you
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< the moon tonight >
the old forest
brushes
the wind through my ears
like the wisper
of your voice
washing over me
like this old forest
brushes the wind
brushes you as far
as the the moon tonight
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< true love 1 2 3 >
#1 < together >
here we are
my limbs
bound to yours
with packing tape
the fiberglass filaments
cutting into us
feeling
the slippery warmth
of blood
waiting
for the numbness
to releive
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#2 < science >
pressing the shock button
pulling the food cord
crawling
in the maze
of your body
again and again
(for statistical significance)
but never
agreeing
on the pain
or the orgasm
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#3 < to the point >
writing directly
on myself
captures the feeling
but the knife is dull
writing directly
on you
my poem reaches
from lip to breast
now
my knife is sharp
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< christmas paper >
i took your face today
i wrapped it up
with the paper
that we used for christmas
for christmas last year
and we stayed up
folding it
folding it
into the shapes
of kids
into the life
we wanted
what to do
with the paper that's left over?
i took your face today
i wrapped it up
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< homesick for the lost continent >
there's an answer
on my machine today
in between all those messages
some of them from my father
from each stop on his trip
some of them from you
i remember sitting
across the table from you
you looking at me
and each of us
so homesick
for the lost continent
i'm waiting
for that lost continent
to come back from the ocean
i'm waiting for the water to drain
from its caves
i'm waiting for the moss
to take hold again
and for the seabirds to come
i am homesick
for the lost continent
i am staring at you staring at me
in the space of time
the earth regains a tree
i have regained you
but we both still sit
and when we stare
at each other
we are still homesick
for the lost continnent
we have become
older
and our time is slowed
and trees can be
like fountains
coming from the earth
and the seasons
come fast enough
to produce
the sensation of motion
we are waiting
the parts of us are waiting
for the next salesman
coming to our door
selling the promise of rebirth
making us homesick again
for the lost continent
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