Dramatic Poetry
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between that place
between that placewhen the light that litinto the specter of the deadking extinguishedand that place when that lightthat lit into that shadereignitedmarcellus leaneddown on his hands on the parapet peeredinto the horizontal abyss of the east i swearhe saw through a blind man’sdarkness that night like he sawthrough every horizonsaw all the way to norway… Continue reading
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no mirror windows
no mirror windows no walls of shatterproof glass no clear plexi cubicle where a guard sits watches the hall where the stream of elementary kids meetsbecomes the river of students in middle school it’s just a school corridor you look down to a down eyed girl and sheshe never even looks up at youelementary she’s… Continue reading
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the clock’s hands had climbed
the clock’s hands had climbedto the top of my time piecebarefoot silent we’d stepped up the spiral stairs to the top of the rampartmarcellus looked out over the parapet all i saw was how dark it was oh and i saw him listen all i heardwas how the night walked silent like it wore ox… Continue reading
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serfs peasants tell each other death happens
serfs peasants tell each other death happensthe moment a body becomesa straw house shuckedfrom the life that had livedinside it as a hermitthe child marcellus heardat the death that happens in winter the lastbreath will be seen to riseas a puffed smoke from a chimney mouth as the ascetic soul leaves the house never to… Continue reading
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so there’s these eyes right
so there’s these eyes rightblue eyesand brown eyes and grey eyes andthere’s green eyes they look in through the windshieldbut you keep quiet in the shadows behind the pulse of the engine that drivesthe van likefrom between the seats in front rightmom’s in the driver’s seat she’sgot her hands on the steering wheeland she talks… Continue reading
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someone anyone
someone anyone look where the baby’s ati know the neighbor wantssomeone to like her too and you can pitchyourself to her like a used car later you can pitch yourself like a vacuum cleaner like a set of pots and pans but notright nowdidn’t anyone hear that first sound like a thunderrumble in the far… Continue reading
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with this hand i reached
with this hand i reachedout the window and releasedthe raven who flew and foundcarcasses afloatupon the apocalypse of flood and fedand never returnedand with this same hand i reached out the same window and releasedthree times released the dove who flew and foundnothing and returnedflew and found an olive leaf and returnedflew and found an… Continue reading
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i never thought as I carried her over the threshold
i never thought as i carried her over the thresholdthat the october wind would blowthis cold and this continuous through the wallfrom around the window frame in the wallit blows down on where the child’ll sleepblows the pilot light in the gasfurnace out and this with cold comingback in augustwe’d planned to put a crib… Continue reading
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