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A Coded Message

         A Coded Message My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear Its lyric silence in that dent of sand Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear In reverence.  My love is like a blue Electrified guitar that’s brooding...

Sex, Drugs, and Red Roses

Sex, Drugs, and Red Roses It seems at least a possibility That spoiled brats might just have feelings, too. They’d have the usual ones, hostility And sulking, and that adolescent brew Of self-regard, fragility and rage. But maybe Rimbaud had some emotion Like...

Innocent

Innocent The scratch mark that your touch made on my lung Beside the ventricle that beat against That careless trace of fingertips—it stung My breath.  That caress, casually dispensed, Was Cupid’s golden arrow, venom-tipped, That lighly brushed my larynx,...

A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art

A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art I’m wearing unicorns around my throat And near my heart. Of course they’re cream-like white, Though on their necks in gold fields where they float Are clasped wide collars of a red not bright As blood but darker,...

“And All the Sons of God Shouted for Joy”

α — The first letter of the Greek alphabet “And all the sons of God shouted for joy” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The memory of you rinses even light. Though clouds today add gray to sky...